Haircut

I couldn't take it any more and have proven myself unqualified to cut Miles' hair. So, out came the clippers and Miles got a hair cut like Dad.

Just a tiny car habit

I was out running errands one weekend and when I came home, this instillation was on the dining table.

The artiste!

Goggles

Isaac brought these with him one day, so naturally, Miles wanted to try them on too!

Legos!

and proof that Miles gets the whole present opening gig. Oh boy.

correction: these were actually from Aunt Connie!

Oh testosterone!

Cheese

This is the face we get now when we ask Miles to smile for the camera. I kind of love it!

For Aunt Stephanie