Goodness! Myles is 18 months! I figured I’d better post this before that is no longer the case. He loves hamming it up for the camera, can you tell? His first ice cream cone. Usually, he has to share with the girls or mom or dad, but we decided to splurge and put up with the mess. What a mess it was, but worth it. He is such a little man! Always wanting to follow daddy around, playing with any tools that he can get his hands on and trying to mimic the projects. I really need to video it sometime. He doesn’t have much to say, so the pediatrician did recommend speech therapy, but I still feel like it’s because he’s a boy, the third, and his sisters just take up all the communication time. Regardless, he communicates just fine and can follow direction implicitly well, except when he doesn’t want to. His favorite toys are the spray bottles and dirty towels under my kitchen sink, I kid you not. He really enjoys pretending to clean our floors and appliances, if only it wasn’t a health hazard. These days are going so fast; I try hard to soak in all the precious and even the not so precious moments.