But this morning (a few days ago), on our last morning together in our old house, I gave in. I let him eat his breakfast in a big boy chair. You should have seen how he held court!!! Crumbs of blueberry muffins were everywhere! He realized quickly that by throwing his plate, or his muffin, he was getting the loudest and best reactions from his big brothers, who thought Miles was hilarious!! Miles would throw something, the brothers would die laughing and Miles looked like a king, or class clown, soaking up all the attention he was getting!
Oh, and what was I doing during all of this? Just snapping away---enjoying the giggles and squeals and marveling at how my youngest had the older boys wrapped around his finger!