Essence of Diaper

Hi I’m Mila. That’s me on the right. When I’m not dressed up like a pirate and scaling the bridge on Bayshore Blvd, you can find me in civilian clothes drinking milk from a sippy cup and walking around in plastic high heels that click on our ceramic tile.

I know you already met my brother, Caleb. He and I are quite different in our approach to life. I typically smell like fruit and toothpaste. He has more of an essence of crackers and diaper. He’s a pretty laid-back, take life as it comes, kind of guy. We have no idea where he gets it from.

I, however, prefer to have a hand in my day to day functioning. My mom is well-intentioned. I’m glad she hasn’t caught on yet to the astute mental capacity of my brother and I. She assumes we are just adorable, curly-haired reflections of Jesus with sweet little lisps and we do as she says because we’re obedient. It's us and her (and our big sister until she goes back to school) for 8 hours until daddy’s done with work. She says adorable things like “Mila, do you want to go to the library?” Of course not, Amy. I’d like to sit right here with my Capri-Sun and draw on my hands with my sister’s permanent markers when you’re not looking. I can’t say these things to my mom because she'd never let THAT be an option, so I just smile really big, shake my head and say “Nope”. And then she laughs and laughs as she forces my shoes on and carries me to the mini-van anyways. Your questions are redundant, Amy. That's what i want to say. 

I have very long eyelashes and with them comes tremendous power. I can bat them slowly or quickly. I can also trap a tear in them and turn just right so the tear glistens in the kitchen light and my dad actually melts into a puddle right in front of me. 

For fun, I enjoy blowing bubbles, telling my parents "no" and figuring out how things work. I have 2 great siblings and I'm so glad I get to raise these parents with them on my team.