Oh, hi. The organizing is not finished. You want to know why? Because on Wednesday I was driving home from dropping Noah off at school and I completely forgot there was a tiny stretch of school zone for another private school. So I was caught going 30 in a school zone. The officer was really nice but he still gave me ticket. It will be dismissed and never even show up on my driving record after I take an online traffic school course. But the whole experience was stressful and embarrassing and I totally cried. I cried so much that my nose decided to just keep running even though my tears were done. And it just developed into a full blown head cold. Awesome, right?
So my kitchen and bathroom look like a tornado has swept through them. A tornado that brought mountains of tissues and scattered them around the with the rest of the mess. I just can't bring myself to show you pictures of that. Besides, baby pictures are much, much better. So without further adieu, may I present Miles John at 2 months old:
He sports a perpetual fauxhawk.
Anyone who has a problem with that
can walk right into his fist.
I'm cute. You know it.
You want to kiss me but it will only result in
slobber all over your computer screen.
Thoughtful baby in a swing.
You wanna piece of me?
Even his eyes smile!
I'm even adorable when I'm crying!
Can you see my little dimple?
Cutest button nose ever!
He's starting to giggle every once in awhile.
I'm surprised his toes haven't disappeared for
the amount of time I spend kissing them.
He sleeps in his swing quite a bit. And I love how he wriggles his
little fingers through the holes in his blanket every time.
P.S. Here's a cute shot of Toby the Chocoholic on a day we made brownies. Don't you love how the brownie batter matches his eyes?