An Epilogue of Sorts...

Well, that's is. I'm done. I officially cut Miles off from the boob when he turned 8 months. I say that but the truth is that he cut me off. I was doing just fine. We were down to one nursing session, first thing in the morning. It was nice to have that time together when we first woke up. Miles was the one that finally decided the bottle suited him just fine. He would rather just guzzle it down in 5 minutes as opposed to leisurely nurse. But anyway, I am satisfied with sticking with it and lasting as long as we did. I hope that our next kid catches on more quickly.

Every Day Get One More Yard...

Miles gives his daddy a kiss

Miles has been growing up a lot recently. He has his first new teeth on the bottom. They are pretty cute, but I know I am going to miss his gummy smile. 

Miles has also learned how to kiss recently. He really goes for it - lots of tongue - like a wet sloppy junior high dance kiss. It is pretty adorable. I get one every morning when I wake up way too early - it kinda helps make up for the fact that it is still dark outside..

Miles has also shown a lot of interest in standing up recently. He is pretty close to crawling, but I think he would prefer to just jump right to being upright. 

 This last picture is one of my favorite faces I have seen.

Finally, here is a video right after Miles woke up too early from his nap. It is a wonderful display of his pathetic "fussbutt" face. Behold the Fussbutt!