So as it turns out, Miles really likes to be naked. Or semi-naked, anyway…

We went to my cousin’s wife’s baby shower yesterday, and to my mild dismay, Miles insisted on taking his shirt off halfway through. Why? Because he didn’t like being dressed like his brothers? (I dressed them identically for fun. Because it’s fun to confuse myself.) I think he just likes being shirtless. I’m raising a baby Matthew McConaughey, it seems.

Here’s the only picture I got of it…the brown polkadots belong to my sister, who was trying to catch the little monkey…

Other parts of the weekend involved seeing Emily for the first time since February. She’s hilarious, I can’t wait until the boys are talking as much as she is. It’s really freaking cute.

Not only is Emily really cute, she’s also a piano prodigy. Or something.

How freaking cute is this? Four little Yo Gabba Gabba zombie cousins!

Here. A closeup of three of them.

One more. I can’t help it.

My little Elton John:

Okay, that’s enough for now.