This picture is of Miles on our driveway in New York. He's about 20 months. Man, there is so much I miss about this picture: snow, our New York neighborhood/home, shoveling the driveway every morning, and, yes, a Miles that did not talk back to me.
But, today, I got to enjoy Miles talking in the sacrament meeting's Primary program, saying:
"I follow the prophet when I choose the right."
Truthfully, it wasn't as exciting as last year when he practically YELLED his line for literally the whole world to hear. But it was darling. In fact, he was pretty much darling the whole time. He did great and even would stand up for every song and tried to sing them all. A big improvement from last year.
Although he does talk back to me (a lot), for every ugly phrase that comes out of his little mouth there are 1,000 silly, cute, intelligent, quirky, nonsensical, gibberish, wise-beyond-his-year phrases that get out too.