Meet Miles

He’s cute. Observant. And he’s got red hair – which means he’s feisty. He wants what he wants when he wants it. And, at this point in his life, he wants one of two things: Mom or part of Mom’s anatomy.

About his name

I’m going to tell you the most amazing story. Miles’ name, his first name at least, came from a baby name book. Each night in my first trimester, I would read aloud possible names. Usually, I would select names that were completely out of the question (think very long, hard to pronounce monikers) but I couldn’t help but pitch Miles. I loved that it was sort of classic without being old and uncommon without being weird. Mark wasn’t into it, though, and I had to continue to make the case for a few weeks. As far as his middle name – Atlas – it was all Mark. He just randomly offered it up (a reference to his love of maps) one night at dinner and since that day, it was set.

Who he looks like

My in-laws say he looks like me with Marks’s ears and feet. Mark thinks he looks like my brother (creepy). I think he looks like a baby and babies simply look like babies.

Likes and dislikes

Likes: Being held, eating, crying, boobs, his mom, car rides, Dad, staying awake
Dislikes: Diaper changes, having clothes put on, having clothes taken off, being naked