Miles added a new sound to his repertoire today — the cry-sneeze.
He has, up to this point, not cried very much. He might fuss a little when he feels hungry, but he quiets down quickly. Today though, his fussing became a bit more pronounced, then swelled to a crescendo as he drew a breath and released a mighty sneeze. And folks, I’m having a really hard time with it. On the one hand, hearing the little guy cry fills me with concern and a desire to help him out. On the other hand, his whimpering is absolutely adorable. Factor in the sneeze and it becomes positively heartbreaking in every conceivable way, for good and bad.
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