My baby had a birthday. No, not the baby growing (and leeching my will to live) within me. And no, not Lucas (who, consequently is also leeching my will to live - but that's another blog post entirely).
I mean my Miles. He believes that he's now a big boy, but I've made him promise over and over to be my baby forever. I've confessed my undying love and affection for this kid before, and friends who know him personally just can't help but feel the same way about him. He's intelligent, thoughtful, polite, and hysterical. Every day after Matt leaves for work, Miles will cuddle up to me and tell me in his most important voice, "Don't worry mom, I'm the man of the house now."
Happy Birthday, big man!
No! He can't be 4! That means Campbell's almost 4, and I'm not sure ANYONE is ready for that.
Happy Birthday Miles! I remember when you were just a fetus...causing your mom to puke on end each day. At least she was in good company.
Happy Birthday Miles! Wow, 4 already! Before you know it he will be asking for the keys to the car...
oh. so cute!
so freaking cute! happy birthday, or Happy Birthday, or HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Ahh 4 is a great year! I have been asking Cohen to stop growing and he keeps telling me he can't. Sad huh?
He certainly is turning into quite a man. I really like four year olds.
I hear you about trying to grow a baby while your current baby is driving you crazy. I secretly despise Daisy because she only takes one nap a day now. Why me??
so cute! happy birthday! your mom isnt old enough to have a 4 year old. im just sayin'...
parker used to say that he was going to protect me when chris went on an out of town business trip.
Happy Birthday Big MAN!
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