Milo and I have a new hobby: ramp hunting. We cruise Greenpoint and Williamsburg for ramps and trouble…and then refuel at Peter Pan’s with a red velvet donut and milk/coffee.
This move rocks.. Milo puts together a triple combo: he leads with a 360 degree remount, follows with a ghost ride and then ends with a wipeout.
This is for all those people out there on my case for not posting a cute picture of Mr. Milo. Crappy cell phone quality I know. but still cute right? This is where Milo sits and waits to get picked up for school each morning.. on our pigeon poop stoop in front of our heavily tagged door.. gotta love Brooklyn. I’m realizing where some other influences may be coming from in his recent art experiments.
Milo has become obsessed with his skut bike lately. That coupled with his infatuation with Lighting McQueen of “Cars” has resulted in our new pastime – hunting for ramps. Most of the time he comes through unscathed…but this time he crashed. Yet more weight to the claims that I should be hauled in by child protective services as documented here and here.
In my defense, it’s also been documented that the kid likes speed, as shown here and here.
This was taken post crash.. proof that Milo lived to ride another day…
Well, after much deliberation we’ve decided to pull Milo out of his cooperative hippie-dippie parent-led bilingual Montessori-inspired Waldorf-modeled Brooklyn-based RAD (radical artistic development) School and we’re putting him into a Military Academy.
Today, to get ready for the adjustment, we cut his hair:
Another video from the archives. This was made on June 1, 2009 – Milo’s 2nd birthday.
These are circa October 1, 2009. I was kind of busy in the fall (i.e. preparing tenure portfolio)…so media was made but never uploaded. I’ll upload a more recent interview soon for comparison.
Scenario: walking down the sidewalk with Milo on our way to his friend Lollie’s 3rd birthday party (holding a present)
Milo: What’s in there (pointing to the present)
Me: It’s a surprise
Milo: No daddy, that’s not a surprise, that’s a birthday present
