the hurricane

Miles is a goofball. For real. He's silly and giggly and walks around with a can of peaches. Or sometimes tuna, just depends which one is eye level. Yesterday he started rockin' out to The Scorpions while we were eating lunch. And for your most updated Miles to English translation entry:
BAH = pacifier, banana, berries, bed, milk, Barbara Ann, outside
FFFff = puffs, phones, fan
Ah = vacuum, hat
And by the way, if you could super-zoom on this pic you would see not one tooth coming in up top but THREE, yes three at one time. Awesome!

Today we went for haircut #2. Miles played it like a cool kid the whole time. I mean, he is a pro now. We sat him up on the booster and he slung his arm across the back of the chair like he was driving a big ol' Caddy and left it there. "hey baby, wanna ride?" Then he got all James Dean-cool on her and just stared off into the mirror. Maybe he liked her leopard print smock. She was a tad more hip than the last stylist we saw.

After, while I'd liked to have strolled up the sidewalk for a nice cold 'rita we headed the other direction for some family fun at BN. I grabbed a book thinking I could do a little pipe-dreaming but should have known better. He was for a short time completely entranced by the Thomas the Train table and the two cuties with curly brown hair. But he soon realized he was in his own practically private section of the book store and it was filled with things for him!! He discovered the Boynton section and pulled it all to the floor. Then he saw all the stuffed animals but thankfully passed on by. I finally steered him to the storytime area with the platform and a mini Hundred Acre Wood tableau where we wore out the rest of the day until dinner.