Hello, hello

Myles stopped his industrious endeavors of digging and dumping long enough to say hi.

Grandma got to experience the full Mass-time meltdown yesterday, much to my own mortification. He was pretty good through the beginning of Mass, sat well through the epistle (even tried to sing along with a hymnal at one point), and then at the beginning of the Gospel, "No, MAMA. READ MY BOOK."
And that was the beginning of the end. There was much wrestling and rangling. I even tried the SuperNanny method of coming down on his level and telling him his behavior was unacceptable. All that got me was his running behind me to push me back into standing. I actually had to physically remove him outside where he didn't want to be either, until he fell asleep while I held him. I was able to get back into church in time for communion. He slept the whole way home, and then another hour and a half after that.
But other than that we are having a great time.