"I'm TIRED"It has been a whirlwind few weeks: moving, work, camp, visitors, impossible NY Times crossword puzzles, baby indications (Aunty Bec and Aunty Maura, that is for you), "nanny" Nana Anne and Grandpop leaving (sniff)...I have been delinquent in posting pictures, so this will be the start of: "photo essay: the last few weeks."
We'll start with some Glamour shots of Mee-layz (I have decided to use the "z" just because it is simply ridiculous) We have now come to the conclusion that our son looks like a small child from the 1950s. His hair stays perfectly coiffed in this side swept kind of "do." Everyone thinks we spend time brushing his hair, but it is maintenance free!
And now, let me introduce AunT and Manny Nich (okay, Uncle Nich, but we were tempted to ask him to be our man-nanny)
Finally, I promised Miles Squared, and I am delivering (your eyes are not playing a trick on you...Miles C. H and Miles L. H are 1 month apart...)