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major and his mama

There is a boy who I am spending quite a lot of time with these days.

As I scrolled through my photo albums from the weekend, I found various pictures the girls have taken of me over the last few days – all of which this handsome honey is in my arms.  (You could say we like hanging out together.)

Friday dinner making:

Saturday porch sitting:

Sunday after-churching:

Then this picture popped up from “This time last year”.  Remember when we looked like this together? :

I told Mr. Miller that maybe that last pregnancy wasn’t as hard as I thought it was?  He assured me, it was.

Maybe it was.

But it was sure worth it.

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Major Turns One | Birthday Fiesta

This year was officially the fastest year of my entire life.  The one year mark didn’t sneak up on me as much as it sped right to me like a semi on the freeway.  I couldn’t jump out of it’s way, and it was coming whether I wanted it to or not.

I love one year olds, but I also love 11,10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2, & 1 month olds.  I love every single drop of that first year of babyhood and it’s so bittersweet seeing my own little baby turn one.  I just want moooore time, is that so much to ask?  Just like double – or triple the time?  Anyway, his first birthday came and just like the rest of his life here with us, it was absolutely perfect.

 Major smashing his cake was maybe the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.  He was HAMMING it up for all to enjoy.  We haven’t stopped talking about what a little charmer he is.

 We are in love with this boy like we never knew was possible.  After a year, we have found that being the baby of the family AND the only boy is a pretty sweet place to land in life.

 p.s.
Easiest party in the world to throw is a fiesta!
Double easy if your party is in the remote vicinity of Cinco De Mayo!
We may be having birthday fiestas as a new tradition. :D

p.p.s
Upon requesting for Mr. Miller to wear “anything colorful or that you’d wear in Mexico.” He came out wearing this shirt that was a hand-me-down Tommy Bahama shirt with a PEP IN HIS STEP. (Much to my dismay, and not-so-subtle suggestions to change several times.)
You may not know this about Mr. Miller, but he can’t wait to be an old man.
Tommy Bahama shirts, beige Cadillacs, and early bird buffet specials are what I have to look forward to with this husband of mine.
Hopefully I can hold him off at least until he turns 35. ;)

 

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Easter weekend 2017

We doubled up on holidays this weekend celebrating our sweet Major’s birthday along with Easter, my favorite Holiday.  It was hectic and lovely and filled to the very brim with goodness and love. (I’ll post about Major’s birthday in another post)

On Saturday, we walked to the Art’s Festival which is my very favorite weekend in St. George.  Easter is wonderful everywhere, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it’s the best spent in our little Southern Utah town.  I have gone EVER single year my whole life and I love bringing my own children now.  I also love living downtown this time of year (and every other time of year, too, actually).  There’s just a happy bustling down the streets, trees blossoming into Spring, flowers blooming all over the colorful houses.  I love it down here and think I maybe never want to leave.

After the arts festival, our church ward had their annual Easter Egg hunt at the park.  Of course it was a hit:

After that, MY cousins were in town and they stopped by the Miller Manor for dinner Saturday night.  I was having too much fun to snap any pics, but I super loved having my cousins and aunt and uncle over for dinner.  It made me feel like a kid and a grown-up all at once, which is a pretty neat feeling.

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Easter Sunday, my honey spoke in another ward, so me and the little Millies (sans Stella who had woken up with strep!) headed to support our main guy.  Mr. Miller is a fantastic speaker in church, and with his new church calling in the high council, he is able to speak a whole lot!  I think it’s a perfect fit.

My Mr. Miller gave the neatest talk about that first Easter.  My favorite part of his talk is when he spoke about Mary and her broken mother heart, seeing her baby on the cross like that.  Jesus did the hardest thing anyone will do, but I think Mary had to do a big part of that too.  As I sat with my own precious baby son on my lap, my heart broke for Mary – someone I have grown to understand and deeply love since becoming a mother.  I love that my husband paid tribute to this sacred moment, and it’s been on my mind ever since.  The atonement and resurrection are so vast that most of the time I have a hard time wrapping my mind around it all, but when I can spend time pondering little aspects of it, I gain a testimony of the little pieces, and they weave together a testimony of hope, faith, truth, and love for my Savior and what He did for us.  

It’s amazing that the lives we enjoy today, the forgiveness we rely on, the happiness and hope we can feel is because of that sacred day when Jesus conquered death.  I have spent the last ten years of my Christianity learning to grasp this, and I’ve no where near mastered the enormity of this concept, but I’m learning, and I am awe-struck over the love our Heavenly Father has for us.

Easter is my very favorite holiday.  It’s one of simplicity and love and beauty, and I love it just as much now (more so, actually) as I did as a little girl.  Each Easter, as I line up my darling babies to photograph them in their Easter ensembles I am overcome with gratefulness.  Grateful that my life took such a wonderful turn back there somwhere, and that by turning my heart to Jesus Christ, I have created this beautiful life.  It never ceases to amaze me.  This year I had a bench full of MY own children, and nothing could make me happier.

Of course, Jesus isn’t the only man we were feeling extra grateful for this Easter.  Celebrating my only son’s first birthday on this special day felt a little like magic.  In his dapper little Easter outfit, my heart nearly burst right open.  I sure love my little prince!

As I mentioned, sweet Stella woke up in the night with a hot fever and felt miserable all day on Easter. (She was also sick for Valentines – what luck!) I brought her to the doctor Monday morning and she has strep!  Poor sister.  We had to skip on the cousin Easter-egg hunt at Nana and Papa’s house and my girls were SO bummed.  But you better believe Nana and Papa brought that Easter Egg hunt to them on Monday so they didn’t have to entirely miss out.  (Thank you Grandma for braving the sickness and letting us come to your house on Easter!  You saved the day!)

 It takes a village to raise a happy family, and I am so grateful for ours.  This Easter weekend was one of my very, very favorites.

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oh hey monday!

Back to another week at Miller Manor.

Mondays are something I’ve actually (dare I say it?) come to love.  I love the freshness of Mondays – fridge is stocked, dinners are planned, washing machine humming all day.

After being gone for over half of March, my house is in an “overdue” state.  I am trying trying to get back on top of it – but as you know about me – housework isn’t my strong suit… it’s something I have to work HARD at to learn and maintain.  Wish me luck!  I am slipping on my apron (because I work better in a uniform – also, pockets), checking off my cleaning list (I’m looking at you, kitchen clutter!) and listening to my favorite book Heaven Is Here today while I clean –  nothing gives me a boost of self-confidence and faith more than that book.

(Major’s cute bottle is from Twistshake, get 20% off with cassmiller20 today!)

Also – thank you for all your writing suggestions last week! It helped so much, and has inspired a new project I’d like to work on for the blog.  I’m still brainstorming on that bit, but I loved hearing all the things you’d like to hear more of from me and I want to be able to share more of those things on a regular basis.  I’ve got a list of each suggestion and I’ll be checking them off one by one! Stay tuned.  If you missed it and would like to me to write about something, comment here and I’ll add it to the list! xoxo

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Major Monthly – TEN

Major is just as sweet as they come.
Truly a little angel boy.
He is calm, mellow, completely laid back.
Wow, we really needed one like that in this family. ;)
He was nearly 22 lbs at his 9 month appointment, putting him just 2 lbs behind his big sister.
This boy is a little tank.  He is rolly and squishy and ever so delishy.
He has 6 teeth, and is working on 7 & 8 as we speak.  Poor guy got all 6 in the matter of about 2 weeks!
He loves to grind his top with his bottom and it sends a shiver down my soul every single time.
He is happy and goofy and always on the go.
He army crawls faster than anything you’ve ever seen.  A couple months ago we were at a friend’s who had been in the army.  They were so impressed with his form and speed. ha!
He can now crawl with his belly off the ground, but when he’s being quick he’ll resort to the army crawl, or “the slither” as I have named it.
I always love this age so much, their little personalities really start to blossom at this age.
Maj has turned into a little goof ball.  He loves anything silly.
He plays peek-a-boo with anything he can.
He waves on demand, melting the hearts of all the women in his life (sisters).
He says mama, dada, stella, hi, bye, uh-oh, mmmm, yeah, boo, baba.
He has started to mimick anything we do, and will try to say words we tell him to.
He is the latest of my early talkers, but it just fits right along with his laid back demeanor.
He growls and woofs like a little puppy.  He reminds me of a puppy in so many ways, we often call him “Pup”.
The other day I came around the kitchen island and he was right there and right when he saw me, he said “raw!” Definitely learned that from his sisters. ;)
He loves the school bus and waving his sisters off and home from school.
Major definitely loves his mama in a special way, but he honestly is a fan of our whole crew.
He plays with Grae, and pesters her like the little brother he is.
He takes to Harlo just like his second mama, and Stella is his favorite source of entertainment.
One thing that has been so fun for me to see, is the brother-sister dynamic come to life.  I have no brothers, so this is a very first for me.
I always say that Major is the little house boyfriend, and it’s so true.  He has us ladies completely smitten.  He can do no wrong (yet).
I can tell he and Brady have their own little guy-bond and my heart just about bursts right in two when I see them together.
My boys.  My goodness I’m glad we have a son.
Major is officially done nursing, as of 9 months.
Of course, that milestone has been a little bittersweet.
I wanted to chat about it more for my record so..
Struggling with milk supply is the name of the game for me.  I fight back hard, and have been able to make nursing work, which has been so wonderful.  Major is such an eater – he eats WAY more than my girls did.  When we started feeding him baby food, I realized this especially.  He was nursing non stop all day, and never seeming satisfied.  His sleeping at night was getting worse and worse.  He was up every two hours to eat, for sure.  I was making myself crazy taking supplements, counting calories (making sure I was getting enough), drinking water by the gallon and living on no sleep, I felt like my milk battle was winning me, not me winning it.
I also can’t pump after the first bit, because my milk wont let down with a pump.  This is all stuff I dealt with with my others too, but I still just pressed on.  Then when Major was about 7 months, I had a photo shoot take me away for longer than 2 hours, and as a desperate attempt, I had Brady go pick up a small can of formula at the store and see if he’d take it.  He gulped down a 6 ounce bottle then took a 3.5 hour nap.
And not that this was THE answer, and not that I couldn’t have still pushed on with nursing exclusively.. but I felt my heart change – how prayers are often answered for me.  I had been drowning and I couldn’t think of anything I could move from my plate to stay afloat, and on that day, I saw something that I could move off my plate.  I could have kept fighting, but I didn’t have to.  And it’s a lesson I hadn’t learned yet in mothering, and I’m grateful for.  We didn’t rush into anything, I kept nursing – and on days I felt nursing wasn’t enough, I’d feed him a bottle.  Then I started feeding him a bottle before bed, and that made all the difference in his sleeping.  We gradually, very slowly moved from nursing to bottles full time.  And instead of feeling terribly sad, or like defeat, I felt happier, and I could tell Major was happier.  I felt like I had done what was right for us, not what was right for me, or what I wanted to do the most, but what was right for us.  And that felt so good.
Major is happily taking 2-3 8 oz. bottles a day, sleeping through the night, and finally napping reguarly too.  It has also been such a sweet tender mercy to me because my oldest baby was a bottle-baby as well, and it’s brought back so many sweet memories from her babyhood.  It’s another testiment to there being a million ways to be a good mother, and no one way.  As a mama of four babies now, I haven’t found two that are exactly alike.  I have had to be four different mothers to my four different children.  And somehow, I am doing it, by the Grace (and loads of help) of God.
And that is the story of how Major went from a nursing baby, to a bottle-fed baby.  The end.
Major is truly the easiest.  We have schlepped that baby around on road trips, various adventures, camping, hotels, pack-n-plays in different places.  He sometimes has to take a carpool ride rather than take a nap, or not get to bed as early as he’d like because we’re still not through with dinner.  He is so go with the flow, and I am forever forever grateful he’s in our family.
Our happy little caboose.  What a dream.
He has shown me a whole new flavor of love.
I feel like the luckiest to get to be his mama.

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9 months in, 9 months out

My sweet Major has officially been in my arms as long as he was in my belly.
I remember when this original picture was taken, on my due date, 9 months ago.
My tail bone was sore, my ribs were wrecked, my stomach was stretched so far.
I told Brady that night, “I wonder if this is your big strapping son in here and that’s why I’m so uncomfortable.” (it was)
I remember so clearly the feelings of anticipation as I was about to give birth and see what that sweet little bundle would be – boy or girl.
I had visions of what our family dynamic would look like, and change, and all the bittersweet-ness that comes in those last days of pregnancy.
But nothing at all could have prepared me for the love that was headed our way.
These 9 months have been some of my very happiest.
Major brought contentment to our family.
And maybe he wont be the last, and maybe he will.
One thing is for sure though, he’d be a great note to end on.

So very glad that big ol’ belly brought me my sweet little honey man.
Worth every single popped-out rib, ten fold!

 

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twenty one pounds

Mr. Major Miller had his 9 month well check recently.

He was 21 lbs, that strapping son of mine.
Though my heart is full of pride for this quickly growing man-cub, my heart stings the bigger he gets.
It seems he is growing faster than the rest of my babies have, and they sped by too quickly, too.
So I will hold him in my arms just a little longer.
Take 1,340 pictures of him a day in an effort to freeze time in my memory.
I want to remember him just exactly like this,

Milk mustache, draped in my arms, dimpled fingers, chubby feet.  Being rocked in his quiet, calm nursery.

Man, I love having a baby.

 

 

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Atta Boy!

Last night Mr. Major Miller slept from 8:30pm – 5:00am.

That is a all-time record for this son of mine.

Atta boy, son!

Don’t you feel like a new man?

(Let’s do that again tonight)

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today

This morning I woke up (mostly) rested.

My children were happily smooched off to school.

My husband was happily smooched off to work.

My babies have done 294 darling things.

The grocery shopping is done.

Some house chores will be performed with Christmas Music in the air.

There will be snuggling on the couch this afternoon (just as I finish this post!).

The darling neighbor girl will come for dinner.

The big girls and I will watch a Christmas movie before bed.

Just a very regular happy day that I didn’t want to forget.

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Major Tidbits

Six(ish) Months

This little honey man.
He is pure deliciousness, I tell you what.
Major is such a happy, happy boy.
He rarely ever cries.
He travels in the car like a dream boat.
He is army crawling all over the place, sometimes now getting his belly off the floor.
He is by far my earliest crawler.  And he’s fast!
He officially has grown out of his boucer, swing, etc.
He still does like his johnny jump-up that hangs in the kitchen door, though.
He is the jump-jump-jumpinest babe.
He wont stand up and bear weight on his legs for too long, but he will jump for hours if you’ll let him.
He says “dada” “mama” and various “ba!” “guh!” sounds he calls through the house.
He’s really working on that wave!
He definitely knows his name and responds to it every single time it’s called.
He has the sisters all figured out.
He’ll rely on Harlo to soothe him, he laughs at Stella even if she glances his way, and he has started thinking Grae is just about the neatest pal a guy could ask for.
He has also already learned to pester those sisters of his, Grae being the easiest target.
He’ll grab at her or touch her things and the more she reacts to it, the more he wants to do it with a sly smile on his face.
Those two crack me up!
I can already see they will have such a neat relationship.
It’s been so fun for me to see the brother/sister dynamic, because I’ve never experienced that.
He is just the mini boyfriend of the house!  We are all so smitten.
I can tell this boy is going to be loooooved his whole life long.
People make comments all the time on “Brady getting his boy”, but honestly I feel more like Brady got his girls and now I get my boy. ;)
It sure is good to be loved like this.  It has been a precious tender mercy to my life!
Major is mini man, and that includes being a big ol’ eater!
The second we started solids (5-6 months old), he was a fan.
He is now eating solids 3 times a day and nursing a countless amount as well.  That boy can put it away!  He eats way way way more than my girls ever did.
Our pediatrician has been so great at preparing me for the stage ahead with a boy and eating, late talking, early mobility he was dead-on for.
He is as solid as a rock.  He’s got the best coosh all over, and the guy is heavy!
My back is really paying for it, but my mama heart couldn’t be more proud of this growing guy.
I cannot keep the boy in clothes – he grows in and out of sizes in a matter of weeks.  I can’t shop ahead in seasons, because once we get to them, he’s no where near the size I thought he’d be.
He’s currently growing into 12m clothes.  He’s in a size 3 shoe, and getting close to a 4.
He is in a size 4 diaper, the same size as Grae, and he fills them out way more than she does.
They are just the cutest ‘tiny big sister’, and ‘big baby brother’ you could ever imagine.
If Major had one single down-fall – and he does – it’s his sleep.  I’m not sure what happened there, because he started out as a pretty great sleeper, but he really never got any better than he did as a newborn.  He’s not my worst sleeper, but he still is wanting to eat 3 times a night and he barely naps for any amount of time.
We have really tried to work on his sleep habits, but as soon as we make some progress, it seems like a trip or a cold or something or another comes along and wrecks any progress we have made.  The best he’s ever done is makes it until 3am, so that’s the goal we shoot for.
Usually though, he’s wanting to wake up and eat at 12, then 2, then 5, then 7…
He naps from 10-11 and 2-3ish, and maybe another cat nap around dinner time.
He likes going to bed, he just doesn’t stay asleep for as long as we’d hope.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I raise babies who hate sleep.  Which is weird, because I’m really quite fond of sleeping.
At this age, it seems post partum depression starts creeping in for me.  I am aware and know more of how to handle it, but it’s just something I deal with in the post-partum phase.  I’ll chat more about depression in another post, but wanted to jot it down here for my records.
Major has made adjusting to four kids a serious breeze.  He has seemed to sneak right into our family dynamic and add to it happily and effortlessly.
Each of us is just as smitten with him as the next, we can’t imagine what life was ever like without him in it.
Our world is brighter and happier with this sweet boy.
I just feel like the absolute luckiest mama to have my three sweet girls, and this special boy to boot.
He has changed me and softened me in all the best ways only a son could.
He makes me love a little deeper, smile a little easier, and live a little fuller.
Our love is the eternal kind, and I am ever so grateful for our Heavenly Father for making that type of love possible in this life.
Major, my sweet son, thank you for choosing me.  For choosing us.  We are so happy you’re here.

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family pictures 2016

This will be the first year with our family of six on our holiday cards, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get sick of seeing my whole (big) family squished into one frame.  Going through these, I was so amazed that we have built this life together, that we have created all these wonderful people together.  We are all doing life together, and loving, and learning, and living.  There is no greater blessing in this world than family, and I am eternally grateful for mine.

 

Thank you always to Ashley Flowers Photography
See our family video HERE.

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finding happy

What I write mostly about here on this blog, are the things that make me happy.  I want to remember those things, so they get top billing on the pages of my documented life.

What has been such a blessing in this blog of mine – for myself – is that in trying seasons, it has forced me to scrape the bottom of the barrel sometimes to find the joy.  As I have written about happy things in tough times, I have seen those miracles in my own life.  Those tender mercies, that joy always, always, always can be found.

In the recent general conference, this talk was my favorite.  It spoke directly to me.

This past year, my heart has weighed heavy with issues that were beyond my control.  But as I prayed for my perspective to shift, and we started adjusting the focus of our lives, we were able to clearly see the happiness all around us again.  This is a lesson I will take with me for the rest of my life.  It’s so true that you can’t always adjust your circumstances, but you can ALWAYS adjust your focus.  And if God is at the center of your lives, and you listen and seek him, you will see His blessings all around.

Our issues haven’t magically disappeared, but the heaviness in my heart surely has, and I am so grateful.

I believe that happiness can always be found.  Maybe with that trip you’ve been dying to take.  That goal you’ve worked hard to reach.  The fulfillment you have from a job you love.  For me, happiness is always found in the form of a freshly tubbed baby.

I testify to you: As long as freshly tubbed babies exist, so then does happiness.

my cute glasses HERE
(If I could link you to a freshly tubbed baby, you know I would!)

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utah, nature journaling, and adventures

We Millers can’t stay still for too long.  On our weekends home, we still like to come up with little adventures.  Road tripping is our family’s favorite thing to do, so a few Saturdays ago, we took a little road trip up to Enterprise Utah to take in the beautiful changing of seasons in one of Utah’s most beautiful areas.

We stopped to pick up some corn from a road-side stand and then stopped again for a little nature journaling.  We broke out into a little family shoot as the girls played and took pictures.  They are getting more interested in my big camera and their little hands are now big enough to reach the buttons.  This has been so fun for us to enjoy together.  These pictures were mostly taken by my sweet big girls, and because of that, may be some of my favorites.

One of the girls snapped this pic of Mr. Miller and I think it might be my favorite photo of him ever taken.  This is the man I love, adventuring with his family, mini van overflowing (literally) with children, happy eyes and full of love.

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Are we done now?

Another month has ticked by where I feel like I have somehow cheated the system because I was given the perfect baby.

It feels like I got home from the grocery store, after spending $15 to find out that I received $50 worth of groceries.  I call the store, and they say, “Our mistake! You keep the extra groceries, you lucky lady, you!”

I’m so happy and in love with this baby, I almost feel guilty.Does everyone love their baby as much as I do?  Did I love all my other babies this much?  And I’m reminded that yes, they do, and I did.

“So.. are you done now?” they ask, abruptly bursting my baby bliss bubble.

Am I done? I think.  Am I done loving a tiny human this much?  Am I done smelling heaven at the nape of his neck every time I feel like it?  Am I done squishing perfect human flesh, filled with soft, billowy, heavenly chub?  Am I done being so very loved for zero reason or performance?  Simply because I am me, and that is so extremely, terribly enough for this little baby angel/human.  Am I done?  The question feels insulting.

“Three girls and a boy, that sounds perfect, doesn’t it?” Mr. Miller more states than questions.  And I agree, it does seem perfect.  But is it?  Can I close this chapter and be okay with the perfectness now?  Will the perfectness and fulfillment of my family this size last?  What about the next stage?  Will they all love me this much forever?  Will my womb ever stop longing for another to grow?  Will my hip ever stop asking for the weight of my own growing baby to sit?  Will my breast ever stop expecting to give and give and give?  Will my arms ever stop reaching out to pull my baby into them?  Will my soul be okay with never receiving another life through it?  These babies of mine have been life, they have been answers, they have been God, and love, and truth, and purpose.  These babies have been sometimes my sole source of happiness.  If I stop having them, will I be able to continue life by myself?  What will that mean for me?   What will that mean for us?

As these thoughts swirl through my head in a ferocious emotional storm, the baby fusses.  He’s hungry, and he clings tightly to me as I feed him.  His paws kneed at my chest, his legs wiggle on my lap, his fingers tangle into my dangling hair.  In this moment, I am every single thing he needs, and he is every single thing I need.  And that is so extremely, terribly enough.

Maybe I can’t finalize this chapter because I don’t have to yet.  Certainly he, and the heavens above, don’t need that answer today.  So I’ll put those questions in a box and pull them out much, much later.  Because I am in a love affair with motherhood in this stage right now, and the question of “maybe one more?” can dangle around and keep the magic abreast for a little while longer. ♥

 

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Monthly Major | THREE

 

My precious Major.
This few months of mothering this sweet little charmer have been some of the best of my life.
His dimpled toothless grin, and his dimpled little paws.  His chubby little arms and legs.  His big brown eyes.
I am just absolutely smitten.
When people ask me how having a boy is different, I tell them that I don’t love him any more than I do my girls, but HE loves ME more than any of them have.  Ha!
That mama/son love is so so real.
Major has the sweetest demeanor.  He is so calm and happy.
He seems to know who the best people are, too.  My bestie Aunt Haley came to visit, and he sure loved her. ♥
This little hunk is growing faster than all of his sisters combined, I feel like.
He was 13 lbs at 2 months.  I need to weigh him again, I’m sure he’s over 15 by now.  He’ll be catching up to his tiny big sister any day.
He is so tall that sometimes he can’t straighten his legs all the way in footed pajamas that are his size.
He is just solid, and squishy and so so delicious.
He’s in his 3-6 month clothes now and I just bumped him to size 3 diapers this week.
Maj eats like a champ, never going more than 2 hours between feedings during the day.
I feel like my milk has kept up well this round, and obviously he’s getting plenty when he’s growing like he is.
He has taken a bottle twice now with pumped milk with no issues.
I can’t even think about Cafe Rio without giving him a gassy upset tummy.
All my kids have struggled with Cafe Rio, but he seems the most sensitive – I can’t have ANYTHING there besides the Fideo which only comes Friday.
My family is missing Cafe Rio preettttty bad. The good news is, I feel like I cook a lot more when I can’t eat Rio. ;)
He has definitely turned into a little drooly bear. (note in pics above!)
He pretty much has to wear a bib daily, or the front of his shirt is totally soaked.
I have to say, dressing a baby boy has been pretty fun.  I think I’m getting the hang of things. Definitely less options shopping than girls though!
I think because I’ve had girls, I feel like he’s not fully dressed without something on his head. ha!
From his first day earthside, he has been a good night sleeper.
He goes to bed at a decent time (usually whining for his bed by 9pm) and wakes at about 4am to nurse, usually back to sleep until 8.
Remember how my last baby would never take a bottle and didn’t sleep for 14 whole months? This is like a whole new world.
This sweet mama’s boy is pretty much totally content as long as he can see my face.  I can’t walk into another room, but if I set his bouncer near me, he’ll be dazzled for hours.
He takes a binky pretty well, but I think he’ll be another finger sucker.  He’s always chowing on his hands.  Not sure if it will be the thumb, or Stella’s same suckies – it switches, but I’m pretty much dying over it.
He smiles and giggles more and more all the time.  I get the most smiles, but his sisters get the most giggles – hands down.
This boy loooooves his sisters.  They dote over him left and right.
A few weeks ago Harlo said “Mom, I don’t think he knows which one of us is his mom!” ha! She’s probably right.
I love when he’s fussy or crying, one of the big girls will go pick him up and he’ll calm right down.
My sweet helpers!  We’ll be hurting when they go back to school this week.
He’s just getting into the attack-my-face stage of babyhood which makes my heart nearly explode.
When he gets excited, he sticks his bottom jaw out when he grins and tries to eat me.
He has done SO well in the car in all this traveling we’ve done this summer.
He only really cried when he was tired, and if I reached back and hold his hand, or if I climbed into the backseat, he’d usually fall right to sleep.
Dream baby, guys.  He’s seriously the nicest.
I’m not quite sure who he looks like the most, but he’s definitely one of my only babies I’ve seen myself in a time or two… but sometimes he’ll be laying by Brady and he’s just a mini Mr. Miller in every way.
Major reminds me so much of Brady.  He’s calm and mellow and sweet just like his dad, only ornery when he hasn’t had enough sleep.
I feel like such a lucky lady to have two men to love like I do.
I love this baby boy of mine fiercely.

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