Myles

Myles likes to help me cook and bake. He's like a cat that hears the can opener & comes running. When he hears me getting out pots & pans, he runs into the kitchen saying, "Stand on chair, help Mommy cook!" He helps with everything, but especially likes to bake cakes & make pancakes.

Big Plate of Little Pancakes

Myles doesn't like to get professional haircuts, but he's perfectly fine letting me do it. His hair was getting long again - we like the look of it, but it gets in his eyes. Sometimes I feel the need to clip it...

So, it was time for a trim…

Mid-trim…thought of leaving it like this.

Finished Product, no more clip!

I've been Spring cleaning & getting stuff stored away. I had a tower of boxes in the room that I heard crash to the ground. I came in & Myles was standing next the pile with a stunned look on his face. Then he smiled at me, made a surprised expression and asked, "Oh Mommy, what happened to this?" What happened, indeed.

"Oh Mommy, what happened to this?"
Myles. Myles happened to it.

Traffic jam.

 We planted a little garden 2 months ago. That papyrus began about the size of Myles. 

It is as tall as Greg now.