I’m trying to get Milo to respond to a new nickname. Now that he army crawls across the room, bumping into walls, and eating every tiny spec of dirt he can lay his hands on, I call him the roomba.
We’re so proud.
How long does this phase last again? And can anyone tell me if an actual roomba is a good match for a nine-month old on a mission to rid my living room of dirt, food, and hair?