Playa To Be Named Layta

This is my new little brother. He doesn't have a name yet, which is very un-Yurkenbaum. Both mine and Milo's names were picked before we were each adopted. Milo's was a joint effort between Dan, Tiia and Milo's birth mom. I can only assume mine came from a different kind of joint effort. I think I suit my name very well — sometimes I even suit up to suit my name.

Milo was notably unimpressed when this playa came home today. I get it — and I don't begrudge. It was the same for me when Milo got here. One day, you're top banana, and the next you're in the caboose with nothing but memories of the way it used to be when there was no screaming, crying baby diverting attention away from the two people most likely to give you cheese.

But then I taught Milo how to give me cheese on his own. It's still a work in progress, but I'm following the steps and seeing results. Next up: teaching Milo how I like to drink water in the park.