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The Tate house has adapted well to Miles. It may be because a newborn, for all of the attention and work they take, are not hard to adapt to. It may also be that he was just meant to be with us, and so we all are happy to be together. Asleep in the Moses basket.
This profile is familiar...


Here he is awake and pudgy-looking on Daddy's shoulder.


Two may be a lot...

...and three, too much, but he's looking three different ways! That needs to be recorded, right? He's definitely another brown-eyed baby...which means my genes win. Sorry, poor little wimpy blue eyes. You have been over-run by your stronger and more competently pigmented brown rulers.
(Honestly, I was hoping for a red-haired, blue-eyed child just to complete the set...but who am I to complain? I wouldn't change him now.)

Comments

Sandy said…
He is a very beautiful baby.
This you know.
Rosie said…
He does look a lot like jack in the profile picture... but he's all Miles. And three is not too much- I could have looked at TONS more. I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!
BeckyLove said…
agreed, the more pics the merrier! What a studly lil dude.

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