Miles will be turning 3 on Wednesday. I don't even want to think about how quickly the time has flown by, because it makes me start to hyperventilate.
There are a million tiny reasons why Miles is just about the cutest/strangest kid you ever met. I'll just share a couple.
First... well, there's this.
I think he was pretending to be a "bad guy." Notice the location of his thumbs? What you gratefully miss here is that about .624 of a second later, Miles unpantsed himself and went running around the house screaming hysterically, pantyhose still on head, but otherwise naked. Still not sure what that was about! And, the best part was that we had company over.
Miles has suddenly started fancying himself an artist. This is apparently our family. This also represents the very first time I've caught him drawing anything other than scribbles. That little mouthless conehead on the right end is Lucas. Or so he tells me.
And here we have Miles demonstrating how he can afford to refuse to eat the delicious dinner I made tonight. Drinking every drop of his breakfast "cerealmilk" is sure to stave off midnight hunger pangs, right?
I've said this before, but he really is quite an enjoyable little boy. Two's been good to us. Let's hope three treats us with a little respect (and less wet underpants, okay buddy?)
There are a million tiny reasons why Miles is just about the cutest/strangest kid you ever met. I'll just share a couple.
First... well, there's this.
I think he was pretending to be a "bad guy." Notice the location of his thumbs? What you gratefully miss here is that about .624 of a second later, Miles unpantsed himself and went running around the house screaming hysterically, pantyhose still on head, but otherwise naked. Still not sure what that was about! And, the best part was that we had company over.
Miles has suddenly started fancying himself an artist. This is apparently our family. This also represents the very first time I've caught him drawing anything other than scribbles. That little mouthless conehead on the right end is Lucas. Or so he tells me.
And here we have Miles demonstrating how he can afford to refuse to eat the delicious dinner I made tonight. Drinking every drop of his breakfast "cerealmilk" is sure to stave off midnight hunger pangs, right?
I've said this before, but he really is quite an enjoyable little boy. Two's been good to us. Let's hope three treats us with a little respect (and less wet underpants, okay buddy?)
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