miles: eighteen months

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…plus a couple of weeks.

eighteen months | life of kamm

Are we really a year and a half into his life? Halfway through another year? It can’t be.

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Miles, where are your eyes?

Every single moment seems to be the most important ever right as its happening but then time passes and blurs and only certain moments stand out.

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Miles, where are your ears?

He’s fearless, loud, mischief and everywhere all at once. He adores his big brother. He’s an escape artist and a master climber. He talks fast and clear. Sings. Yells. Dances. Plays.

I’ve said it before. He’s just JOY. Plain and simple.

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Miles, where are your feet?

I’m overflowing with all kinds of pregnancy hormones which are making me more weepy and wistful than I would normally be about the passage of time and the growing up of my boys.

But I feel justified. I mean, really…wouldn’t you?

Miles, one week old.

Miles, this morning.
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Author: nakia

Mama. Wife. Lover of unicorns, chocolate chip cookies and pepperoni pizza.