Boo!

Miles had said his first word in Hawaii and continues to say it every day, every night, to everyone, to anyone, and to himself, "Boo!" Being a 1-year-old means business for Mileskiii, letting us (his parents) know that he is a freedom lovin little boy. He owns his feelings and really pushes us to go by whatever it is that he is feeling! So one second, heʻs feeling wacky and silly, making faces and sticking his tongue out at us. The next minute, heʻs crossing his eyebrows, pursing his lips, and slapping the air with his heavy palm--embarrassed because we had the nerve to laugh at his silly antics. Ay yay yay, what a little boy weʻve created. He is definitely full of character and shows many different sides to different people.



Since the weather has warmed up, Miles has been spending mornings playing in our lovely concrete front yard--next to the big green garbage dump. Mileskiiiʻs homeboy, Diego, has all his cars, tricycles, push toy playthings out there to share. Miles gets all grimey crawling on the concrete and is so happy just to be outside. Itʻs great! Later on in the day, Iʻve been taking him to the park on California & 25th--to enjoy more sunshine, fresh air, and people watching. Heʻs warmed up to playing in sand, going down slides, climbing the actual play gym thing, and even interacting with a few of the other kids.

Yesterday, as soon as we walked in (yes, Miles can walk now but prefers to hold one of our hands), he stopped right infront of two blonde little girls, staring at them forever as if they were the Wiggles. He was just watching them talk to each other. After I pulled him away, an action he loathes, he started grunting and stiffening his chubby little body, telling me he wanted to be free. So I just let him go. And he crawled back to those little girls and smiled. Poor baby, they didnʻt even pay any attention to him saying, "Boo!" Itʻs a whole new ball park now. Miles & his freedom. I really just let him go off--ofcourse, Iʻll be a few feet away from him, watching every move. But now that Miles is a big boy, understanding a little more about our world, he is not one to stay close to us and cling. Thank God. Iʻm glad I donʻt have to carry him forever! But then again, I do get a little sad now that he doesnʻt want me to carry him forever. But he is still a little boy with little fat feet feet.



He also likes to wind down on his own--without being rocked. Heʻs down to having 2 bottles, using his pacifier less, growing up. My baby is a little boy. And I do type that in amazement. One of the many great things about him being a little older and wiser, is in the way he communicates. He has a sense of humor and knows how to make us laugh. One of the best things is waking up with his face in your face, whispering, "Boo." And as soon as I open my eyes, he has this huge grin and starts doing his little bouncing dance, shaking his hands in the air!

Ok, see I can go on and on about anything Miles. Our days are so simple and full of love. I am such a tree-hugger when it comes to my baby. He has definitely softened us up a bit :)