This was Miles when he just turned three. He still had baby cheeks and a rubber band wrist. If I recall correctly he was still in diapers most of the time.
He is five (and a half, he would insist I add) now and is long and lean with barely a hint of chub on him. There are so many things that are easier with a five year old. He can entertain himself sometimes, longer if I let him steal my phone, he can handle his own bathroom business, he is, from time to time, capable of reason…all good things.
But, oh, the cheeks. I miss the cheeks.