Milo and his grandparents

I'm hopelessly behind, and I apologize. We've been keeping the same hectic pace here as ever, and are enjoying spending time with Jorge's family. Milo's charming them as he does everyone. He now can roll from back to front as well as stomach to back. His interests include squealing, trying to blow raspberries, and grabbing toys to put in his mouth. Doesn't sound like much, I know, but it's progress.

Tomorrow Milo will be baptized. The poor little guy is going to wear a traditional long christening gown from Colombia that his friends will forever mock him for once they get old enough to realize it made him look like a girl. Oh, the fun you can have with babies when they are too malleable to put up a good defense.

I wanted to share a couple pictures from L.A., though, where Milo met his great-grandparents for the first time. My grandpa, or Paga, as we call him, is turning 93 this year, and he is a treasure. You couldn't ask for a more generous, caring, or fun-loving grandfather.

Grandma, whose age I will not reveal, is still looking glamorous and beautiful. My sister told me a funny story about her last week. She was having dinner with our grandparents in one of those restaurants where they put up photos of famous patrons that had come to dine. As they walked along the hall, commenting on the different pictures, they passed a photo of Ike and Tina Turner. Grandma just said "Hmph. They were horrible neighbors," and moved on as if living next door to Tina Turner was the most normal thing in the world.