I just need to interrupt my regularly scheduled programming to dote on Miles. I feel like I have not been a present mother to Miles since November, and it is starting to break my heart. He has been struggling a bit recently with sleep (he is always an early riser, but 4am is pushing it. When you are not sure if you categorize it as an early rise or a middle of the night wake-up, you know you are in trouble). Eric has been super Dad and pretty much focuses on Miles. I realized that was the case when I had not changed Miles's diaper in more than 24 hours, and Eric didn't hold Felix for an entire day. Crazy! And Miles is obsessed with his "Dad-DEE!" Oh, how quickly things changed from when he was Mom-crazed.
I have to admit that I am a little jealous.
We took a funny video the other night of Miles saying "blanana" over and over. It's his new favorite word. As I have mentioned on numerous occasions, this kid understands everything, but just doesn't have great expressive language. I think we probably have less than 20 English words (including some the words I quizzed him on: shoe, moo, and Ella--a girl in his class), and all the rest are in his own language. I guess he is taking after his father who didn't talk until he was THREE.
He just wouldn't say anything but "blanana" this one night. And you'll notice from the words I threw at him that I am in dire need of a good Mexican meal with a stiff Margarita. And when does my husband eat at Checkers?
We hope to have more video of him and Felix together. He is obsessed with his hair, giving him kisses and slapping him "five." It is so cute.
And if you are wondering--still not getting a lick of sleep, but I think I counted at least 25 rolls of fat on Felix--I guess the time spent latching on and off is doing something! Scrum-diddly.