Miles: Feisty at Four

Ahhh, four. I can hardly believe Miles is four years old today!

In the last year, we have seen Miles' speech improve tremendously, and we are all so thankful for this. Improved speech means he is understood by most people now, and this is such a blessing because he is so talkative. Strangers and friends alike love hearing what he has to say. To Miles, everyone is "my friend." :)

My boy has quite the imagination. On any given day, you might catch him donning his batman cape, Bumblebee costume, Darth Vader mask, camera, walkie talkies, binoculars - one or all of them at the same time. He loves to pretend there are Storm Troopers loose in the house - and he is out to get them. He regularly whispers "Shhhh! I'm looking for Storm Troopers!" His pretend play is not just limited to the house, mind you. In fact, the employees at the grocery store are accustomed to his full Bumblebee costume, but are kind enough to act surprised just the same. It's pretty cute, I must say, to be shopping with a costumed little person towing behind me, one who is jumping around the corners in search of the enemy. Boys are great, aren't they?

Miles loves Star Wars, Legos, playing the Wii, coloring, going to Bible Study on Wednesday mornings, the color green, sports (he is especially excited about playing t-ball next month!), his Batcave and "guys" and more Star Wars.

He and Adam are best buddies. Bolstered by the fact that they have the same tastes in toys, they play so well together. Whether it's fighting with styrofoam light sabers, playing with slot cars, or Star Wars Legos, these two are inseparable. I can only hope this continues!

Not leaving little brother out, Miles has done very well with a new baby in the house. While I don't trust him to be alone with Julian (he can be a little rough with him!), he is quick to try to make him smile and really enjoys the positive reaction Julian has given him lately. I'm proud that Miles can "roll with the punches" so to speak, and adjust to whatever life throws at him.

This year he is looking forward to t-ball and starting preschool in the fall. The t-ball I can handle, but I'm glad I have time to get used to the preschool idea...September is far away, right?

Love you, Miles!