Milo's mom is all about autumn. Red leaves, yellow mittens, orange everywhere, and -- of course -- the taste of pumpkin, in any form, at any meal, and with any thing. Though Milo's a Sagitarrius and outside the Libra/Scorpio fall signs, he does have the blood. Last night he devoured 13 pumpkin tortellini, hungry from his Brooklyn adventure with Mama and Papa. (They looked at furniture, Milo played with Daisy, the aging bulldog).

What else about fall? It's the season in which he learned to walk, has expanded his talk, grew two more teeth to make the grand total six, and discovered a stuffed tiger almost as big as he is to be a new floppy companion.

Today he tried to keep up with Asher, his twice-as-old playmate who lives upstairs.

Milo, says Papa. Where's your tongue?

Some tongue-sticking, some flubalubawuba, some attempts to climb the jungle gym... And then, a surprise when his teeth got in the way.

And then more running after pigeons and climbing every which way.

Thanks, Papa, for such a fun afternoon. I have to get all my park time in before the snow! And thanks Auntie Kimmie for my super-fresh coat! - M.