Miles is the kid I did not expect. I thought he was going to be a girl. After all I already had a boy and I really, really wanted a girl. When they told me he was a boy at the ultrasound I had to keep myself from crying in front of Wylie. I took care of the crying later, and gradually – and happily I might add- adjusted to the idea of Life with Miles instead of Life with Clara (as She Who Wasn’t would have been named.) And soon Miles was here and life as we knew as a family of 3 ended and a new adventure as a family of 4 began.
Miles continues to be full of surprises, full of the unexpected. As all parents will tell you, always to their amazement as if they were the first to discover this phenomena – your children are not the same. Similar in some ways, perhaps. The same? No way. Especially not #1 and #2. Nope, in many ways they are night and day. Yin and Yang’s, peas and carrots.
Wylie is so much like me that sometimes I forget he needs me. I think sometimes he forgets too. We are bonded by similar rhythms, thought patterns, temperaments and interest. We can happily co-exist side by side without too much fussing or trouble. I tend to know what he is thinking before or at the same time as he thinks it and, we need about the same amount of alone time to social time ratio. We are the 2 halves of the same whole much of the time.
Miles, precious sweet Miles, well, he is a whole other ballgame all his own… Miles is my earthquake.
Miles came out of the womb and immediately replanted himself on my shoulder during the day, or in the small of my back at night (his favorite sleeping spot to this day.) Luckily he quickly developed an all consuming love for his swing and proceeded to sleep there (and not in the small of my back) for the next 9 months.
Miles is a momma’s boy. He is ferocious in his need for my attention and affection for me. Actually he is ferocious in everything he does. You never have to guess whether Miles is happy or sad, angry or sweet. You just need to be prepared that you are not going to be able to figure out why and to avoid/encourage the mood in the future. The pattern with Miles seems to be no pattern, the only thing predicable is that he can be completely unpredictable.
My sweet boy has never met a stranger, and introduces himself to everyone he comes into contact with, immediately calling them “my friend” and inviting them to his birthday party in 2 months. He has wanted to be a fireman since he could talk and he is drawn to microphones and stages filled with instruments like a magnet. He has his fathers internal clock which means that if he got to pick his schedule he wouldn’t go to bed until midnight and would sleep till 10 AM. He and Nathan are in their best moods all day at 10 PM, it amazes me. His teenage years are going to be fun. I see night-shift homeschooling in my future.
He attracts dirt like Pigpin. I don’t know how is is face is always crusty. Always. But then again he changes is clothes 5 times a day, always has to wear a belt tight around his waste and cannot bear to let his pants touch the ground (thank goodness it is shorts weather finally!)
This July my little boy will turn 4, which is exactly the age Wylie was when Miles came into the world. It seems so long ago, as if he has always been in our family, this little, huggable, kissable, beautiful, amazingly imaginative mess of a boy that I adore and who adores me back.
I needed to share all this today, because I needed the reminder of how much I love my little boy and how glad I am to have him around. Why you ask? Well, just now, I caught him peeing in the trashcan that lives next to the toilet. I have no idea why. That is just life with Miles.
(and yes I made HIM clean it up! Ewww….)