Newly 2 Miller is the younger of my boys. Well younger by by a minute according to his birth certificate, but that’s a stretch seeing as they both came out within seconds. Miller was baby B, and my mover and shaker when I was pregnant. Hi kicked, moved, rolled, and punched me ( and poor Graham) constantly. He was my wild guy on the inside, which is why I chose to give him the name Miller. I felt the name fit him more, and boy was I right. He likes to run, jump, climb, yell, whine, bite (ugh fingers crossed that stage is over!) and pretty much every other ‘boy’ thing you can think of. He has most recently discovered the Selfie and LOVES to see himself on my iPad and say tcheez…. (I die). He loves hats, slippers, socks, saying the word sock, hugs, chocolate, kisses, his Papa, laying on top of me or anyone else, and laughing. He laughs all day long and it makes my soul happy. I’m so grateful he is my little guy and I can’t imagine my days without him and his infectious zest for life.