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To My Son on His Second Birthday {Miles}

Dearest Miles,

You are my SONshine, my only SONshine, you make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my SONshine away.

I sing this to you daily, and I can’t help but feel the lyrics with every fiber of my being, with you being both my son and my sunshine.

Today you are TWO.

Two! That means I am inching farther from a baby Miles and closer to the kid version. It pains my heart to watch you grow, though I can’t help but cheer for each new passing stage, too. This parenting thing sure creates a lot of conflicting feelings.

Many people have told me boys affect their mamas in a unique way. I can honestly say I believe it. I have this overwhelming urge to protect you, but also this desire to mold you into a perfect little gentleman. Only time will tell how well I do, but I like to think I am doing an OK job. You are such a polite little toddler!

If there’s one word that describes you, it’s charm, and with that, you’ve brought our family infinite amounts of joy. Some days I can’t help but grab your face and kiss you and tell you how much I love you. What makes me leaky is when you repeat how much you love me back and wrap your arms around my neck and hug me so deliberately. Are you trying to wrap me around your finger? Because it’s working, little buddy.

You absolutely ADORE your friends and sisters and do anything to keep them doting on you. You’ve even won over Karina, which says a lot since she doesn’t always find your shenanigans very comical. You win everyone over pretty quickly with your hilarious personality.

This year has brought a ton of growth. First of all, I guess you’re tall for your age because people comment on it daily {calculations show you likely will be around 6′}. Second, your language has exploded. You talk from sun-up to sun-down. You demand food the moment I get you out of your crib, saying things like “toast sticks” and “awfuls” for waffles.

We laugh, too, because once you have an idea in your brain, it sticks until you get your way. I literally counted you saying “I want to go outside” 50 times one day as I attempted to clean the house. Other notable phrases you are obsessed with include “car ride,” “boat ride” and “quad ride” — you love everything that moves and go especially crazy for trucks of all shapes and sizes. The garbage man is one of your heroes and you go nuts when he drives by. Occasionally he’ll wave and completely make your day.

I think you loved your birthday present from us and the grandparents!

But then there’s the mischief. My apologies — I have sworn in front of you more than I ever did the girls. {Please don’t repeat those words!} You just love to make me crazy when I’m not looking. You love saying “I help,” and manage to destroy various things that cross your path. Your saving grace is that your intentions are pure and when you flash those little dimples I pause and remember you’re only two.

Thankfully, tucking you in at night is a great way to forgive you. You love being on a schedule and know it’s time for bed when 7:30 p.m. rolls around. Our routine is to read three books and sing two songs, but you almost always convince me to do an encore. I sing you your favorite, a German lullaby, and your body folds into an L across my lap, your adorable toes touching my kneecaps, reminding me I won’t be able to hold you like that much longer. As I leave your room, I always say “love you, sleep tight” and you reply “wuv ouu, mama” and I melt into a little puddle in the hallway.

You’re getting to be a handful, but I wouldn’t change it for the world…As my third child, I am letting you get away with far too much, but I know that time is fleeting and this stage won’t last forever. All the pieces of you — the naughty, the hilarious, and the sweet parts…I’ll hang on to until you drift further away from me and mold into your own person.

Daddy and I love you and look forward to your continued growth in the year ahead. Thanks for being our comic relief when times are tense. There’s no doubt you were meant to be a part of our family, and we are thrilled to celebrate two beautiful years with you today.

Love you to the moon and back times infinity.

Kisses,

Mama

Reflecting back:

Miles at 18 months

Miles at age 1

A Letter To My Son At 18 Months

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Dear Miles,

My apologies for being a little late with this letter…We missed your official half birthday while we were away, and even though 18 months is such a small milestone in many respects, there has been so much change during the past 6 months, an update feels warranted.

Plus, 18 months means we’re getting closer to two, which seems impossible. Wasn’t I just pregnant with you? Time needs to stop. My once chubby toddling 1-year-old is now a full-fledge, constantly running, maniac, who is full of personality.

Your life in a nutshell at this stage: An endless loop of the same 3 books being thrown at me, hearing constant mutters of “uh-oh” and “hot,” and me getting that feeling of not knowing where my keys are, except it’s typically you I have lost…and you have my keys.

If I’m being completely honest, I never really loved this stage since it’s generally sheer exhaustion, but since you are my last baby, I truly am cherishing it. Turns out it’s not as awful when you don’t have time to worry!

Things I love about you now: The way you call me “MA!” and holler it all over the house if I’m in a different room, your excitement and willingness to help me cook and clean, and how you get the best grin on your face when we pray at dinner and have a family hug at bedtime.

I also love the joy on your face when someone comes through the door. You adore your daddy and aunt Whitney {aka BFF} especially, but also your sisters, the grandparents, and all of your little friends. You have been the most social of my babies, and bring so much joy to everyone you meet.

{Typical you…mouth stuffed full of lord knows what!}

Some current favorite pastimes include exploring, climbing, reading and doing whatever your sisters are doing. You also seem to have a keen interest in tractors and trains, “color” {coloring}, playing outside, animals, and eating anything and everything.

Funny enough, one of your first words was “cheese” and you sure know how to ham it up for the camera and smile with your entire face. Cracks us up!

But it can’t be all roses, sweetie. You are also full of mischief. Your curiosity is endless and you are absolutely fearless. You hide things so we can’t find them, get into the toilet, open doors and the fridge, and just love dumping out my jewelry, which is maddening.

However, when I catch you in a naughty act and give a firm “NO!” your bottom lip pops out into a pout and I melt into a puddle and quickly forgive you. Suffice to say, some days I am very thankful you go to bed at 7 p.m. because I need the break 😉

Despite keeping me on my toes, you also just keep life fun, and there’s no doubt in my mind you were the missing, charming, puzzle piece to our family.

Thank you for continuing to teach me about love and patience as you grow. I feel beyond blessed that God chose you for us.

Love you to the moon and back, times infinity.

Kisses,

To My Son On His First Birthday

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Dear Miles,

Today you are ONE. Can you tell me — how did this year go by so fast? Seems like yesterday I was in labor and pacing the grounds at the hospital awaiting your arrival. It was such a wonderful experience being able to hold you in my arms for the first time!

Fast forward to now and I see this happy, healthy and hilarious little man before me. I couldn’t possibly feel more blessed.

You have been the exact puzzle piece we were missing to complete our family. From the moment you arrived, you fit in like you were here all along. There’s no doubt in my mind your sisters have loved watching you hit every milestone, just like daddy and I. They are crazy for you and always telling me when you’re doing cute things {“He’s standing! He’s walking! He’s in the toilet again!”} – you are lucky to have two big sisters to watch over you.

Watching you grow this past year has been beautiful. I have thoroughly enjoyed each baby cuddle, the smell of your hair basking in the sunshine, watching your little wrist chunks grow and flying through food faster than I could’ve ever imagined. You are my final baby, so each passing moment has been bittersweet, but also full of more joy than I could’ve ever anticipated.

Your nickname has been “sMiles” since day one, and for good reason. You smiled extremely early on and haven’t stopped. You have been the easiest of my babies in many ways, but I guess that could be because you are my third and you just know you *have* to be easy. THANK YOU for holding up your end of the bargain.

Our house is a lot louder and more chaotic with you here, but also full of amazing love. I often get the “your hands are full” comment when I’m in public with you and your sisters, and I am happy to reply “you should see my heart!”

I’ve always heard that there is an incredible bond between a mother and son, and you have proven that true. I love all three of you kids the same amount, but for different reasons. I feel this overwhelming need to protect you and shape you into the kind of man I’d want my daughters to marry. Get ready for some hardcore manners and lectures in your future…and my apologies in advance 😉

You absolutely adore your daddy, too. When he comes home, you reach for him and kiss him. It seriously makes me weepy…So stinkin’ sweet. I hope you two continue to bond and have a great relationship in the future because I am sure you will need to get away from us crazy girls at times.

You are very much like your sisters in many ways, but you do have a bit of a crazy streak. You’ve hit every milestone well before them and already are my little climber; climbing on chairs {and standing}, the couch, and picnic table, and giving me minor heart attacks in the process. You have no fear, which has been a reality check since I’m a hands-off type parent, but you also are the SWEETEST baby ever and call out “mama!” often when you need me.

During this year, your personality has formed, and we know of a few things so far:

You LOVE food. Seriously. Our grocery bill has gone up a ton since you already eat just as much as your sisters, if not more. You love it all too, but meat and cheeses are your favorites.
You are very independent. You feed yourself and get around really great…and that’s great because you hate sitting still.
With that said, you are a mama’s boy through and through and take some time to warm up to people who want to hold you. If we’re out, you don’t like it when I go out of your sight.
Your smile is contagious. You get so much attention grocery shopping because you flirt with everyone. The old ladies just eat you up! You wave and play peek-a-boo, making everyone’s day.
You *do* have a temper and throw yourself and scream an ear-piercing scream when things don’t go your way. Whew. Your scream is intense. Let’s not let this go beyond toddlerhood, mmmK?
You love reading. You only will sit through short books now, but touch-and-feel books and ones that make noise {or mama does voices} are your current favorites.
You laugh at a lot of things, but dogs {and any animal, really}, balloons and tickles are your favorite reasons.

Since the first time we learned you were a little man, you have brought great joy to our lives. Thank you for helping me to learn about boys and deepen my adoration for daddy in the process.

Cheers on your first birthday my little love. I have no doubt the year ahead will be one filled with continued learning, joy, and sMiles. We can’t wait to witness the miracle that is watching you grow into a little boy.

Love you to the moon and back, times infinity.

Kisses,

Mama

Letters To My Children: Miles at 6 Months

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I confess: Miles turned 6 months old on February 7th, so I’m a little behind. Cut me some slack…I’m a little busy raising 3 little humans 😉

Dear Miles,

You are six months old — YAY! I am very torn about this milestone since you are my last baby. I am cherishing every single day because I know you will grow-up overnight soon. I absolutely LOVE this age. Shoot, I think I just love babies because every new stage makes me happy. But you make it especially enjoyable with your infectious smile and very obvious love for me.

So about you…sMiles is proving to be the perfect nickname because you seriously smile constantly, unless your diaper is wet {you hate that}, you need to eat for the umpteenth time in a day, or you can’t see me. You are a mama’s boy, but really, you love attention from just about anyone. Doesn’t matter if it’s me or a crazy old person at the grocery store — you are usually willing to perform with smiles on the spot.

We’ve started introducing solids, but are taking it slow. You are curious about my food, but still are nursing quite frequently, so we’re just sort of following a baby led approach. Speaking of nursing, you are my second child to refuse taking a bottle. Makes going out a tad complicated, but instead of stressing this time around, I’m just reminding myself this isn’t going to last forever.

As far as other milestones go, you roll from belly to back and are sitting up for short periods of time. No teeth in sight, despite constant drooling and mouthing everything. I love to call you “grabby mcgee” because you grab everything you can get your little hands on. Your favorite is my straw when I drink water. You are starting to hold a sippy cup and have loved having your own water, even if most of it ends up on you. [Read more…]

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