But this post is about Miles. Who is officially two. It feels like not so long ago that he was born, but I cannot pretend that it feels like only yesterday. I do feel a little momma guilt that June had so many more blog posts than he has had. But... I have to get over it.
Some things he says that I do not want to forget:
Choc-kick -- chocolate
Poot-taste -- toothpaste
Oh Man (a la swiper) -- and sometimes, "No oh man!" when he's tired of us repeating it to him
Boo-ka-boo -- popsicle
For yes, he says, "Hmm." Or maybe it sounds like "Huhm." With an affirmative nod. Rather than yes.
To direct us to what he wants he continues pointing at what he wants and says, "Kind!!" And if we get the wrong thing, "No Kind. Kind!!!" And it repeats.
He is steadily and very rapidly growing out of this speech though. All of a sudden, he is talking almost as much as Noah was when Noah was here visiting two months ago. He is learning his colors and is good at recognizing blue, green, and orange. Today he said, "My ball is outside." And while I can't remember it, I counted a six or seven word sentence the other day.
|Mean throwing arm - which led my Mom to tell me for the first time ever that her brother was a minor league pitcher. |
He is not left-handed though, which perhaps lends to the apparent difficulty here...
|Throwing is serious business.|
|It may be hard to tell, but this was a tough rock to climb. Hence the look of pride.|
|He was afraid of the airplanes taking off overhead.|
Today, we bought him a froggy potty at Target. And tonight he used it to go pee for the very first time. He's growing up this kid.
He loves to climb and throw. And hit. We're trying to teach him not to hit. In the downstairs bathroom, he'll climb onto the toilet so he can reach the sink to turn the water on and wash his hands. I'm amazed at the things he'll think of in order to reach something he wants.
June and Miles have a very sweet relationship. She protects him when big kids are running nearby. She overprotects him sometimes and it makes him crazy. She is a little momma to him and I have not once seen her strike him or lash out at him. That'll come I'm sure, but for now they have a very sweet relationship. They are sharing a room and June couldn't be happier about it. She did not like sleeping in there alone.
|Our little girl.|
P.S. I guess I never talked about his birthday barbecue that we had yesterday. I'm about to upload his birthday song video to Vimeo though, so I'll try to post it soon. Like tomorrow. But I know better than to promise I will! I'm so lazy about blogging these days...