Happy Birthday Myles!

Myles turned 1 on Aug. 22. I can't believe it's been a year already! And what a crazy year it's been. I will be the first to admit that three kids has taken me by storm, but Myles has been worth every minute of it. He truly is such a fun and happy boy.

Lately he's started to become quite attached to his dad. I know! How dare he? I don't like it one bit. In fact, his favorite word is "Da Da." He says it perfectly and reaches for Rob. I've tried and tried to get him to say Mom, but with no luck. He'll purse his lips together and say, "Mmmm," but that's about it. After all I do for him! He also betrayed his loyalty a few mornings ago when Rob was still home when he got up, which doesn't happen very often. He would not let Rob leave. He clung to him and screamed, "Da Da Da Da Da." Of course, Rob was milking every minute of it and making it worse. When Rob finally snuck out, it took me an hour to get him happy again. He used to have eyes for just me, and I don't like sharing him.

Myles' new favorite game is peek-a-boo. When you say, "Where's Myles?" He gets all excited and covers the side of his head with his hands. He can't quite get to his eyes. When he removes his hands he has the biggest, cheesiest, toothiest (only two bottom teeth) smile and then you have to say, "There he is!" This sends him into hysterics. It is so cute! He also loves to talk. He blabbers and blabbers with such an intent expression on his face. I only wish I knew what he was saying. He's also decided that he's had enough of baby food. About a month ago he started to refuse to eat it. If it's anywhere within his reach he chucks it with a very loud grunt. So now he eats pretty much everything--as long as we're eating it. There's no tricking him either. I'm also afraid we have another chocolate fiend on our hands. His first experience with it was when Kinley had a chocolate shake. She held her cup up to him so he could have a taste. He took one small sip out of the straw and completely lit up with the widest grin. He took a hold of the cup with both hands and wrestled it away from Kinley. He would not give it back, and if she even came close to taking it from him he screamed. He then ate the entire thing. Ever since then he devours anything chocolate he can get his hands on. This made his first birthday cake a great treat. He stuffed as much as he could into his mouth and just kept going. The more everyone laughed and cheered, the more he ate. It was so adorable. He loved the attention almost as much as the chocolate cake.

Myles is not walking quite yet. I think he's too efficient at crawling that he has no use for it. He climbs up onto everything and can stand by himself, but as soon as he realizes he's on his own, he gets scared and falls down. One of these days he'll take off, and then we'll be sorry. I have a feeling there will be no stopping him. He is, after all, his daddy's boy. And speaking of Daddy's boy, Myles loves to play the guitar with Rob. He climbs up on Rob when he's playing the guitar and strums and strums. He also bops his head like a true rocker and bounces up and down to the music. Of course Rob is beaming. Now if only he could do an ollie on a skateboard already, Rob's life would be complete.

Myles also continues to amaze me because of how much of a boy he is. After having two girls, I get the biggest kick out of watching him play. He's just automatically drawn to balls and trucks, and he knows what to do with them. He plays pass and catch with balls and rolls them away from him so he can then chase them. Last night he also got a few trucks for his birthday and he pushes them all around the house, content for hours. That's our boy.

Well, I hope you had a very happy birthday Myles. And there are many, many more to come. We all love you so much.