Day 216

Miles has seen dogs before, but never as closely nor with as much fascination as the dog he met while we were out and about today. It was "Baby meets Baby" as Miles and the 10-week-old puppy investigated and tried to lick/grab at each other (I'll leave it up to you to figure out which … Continue reading Day 216 →

Day 215

An attempt at crawling quickly devolves into a tickling session.

Day 214

Jaclyn got out of the apartment for a little bit tonight, which meant that I had Miles all to myself! This of course meant lots of silliness, playing with our food (apple sauce in this case), and a slightly later bedtime. But hey, he went down without any fussing!

Day 213

This is what happens when you have a blowout at daycare and end up in one of the spare shirts they've got lying around:

Day 212

A couple weeks ago, I wrote about the worst night we've experienced as parents so far. After last night, though, I can unequivocally say that we have a new reigning champ. I was finishing my nightly routine of washing my face and lazily brushing my teeth right around 11:00 when Miles started crying. SOP is … Continue reading Day 212 →

Day 211

Miles's typical afternoon look after his ride home from daycare:

Day 210: The Teething Diaries V

We have teeth! Or tooth, anyway. Miles has a habit, as outlined previously, of gnawing on...well...pretty much anything he can fit between his jaws. This has included fingers, both his and mine. I've generally allowed this, laughing as he slowly realized that my fingers were unsavory and eventually rejected them. However, I'm rethinking this behavior … Continue reading Day 210: The Teething Diaries V →

Day 209

Today gave me a reminder of just how far Miles's leg strength has come and how quickly he can move when properly provoked. Every time I change Miles's diaper or get him dressed, there is a play period that lasts several minutes which typically involves tickling, raspberries, dancing...anything that gets Miles laughing. Today, as I … Continue reading Day 209 →

Day 208

Tonight, Miles refused to go to bed, resorting to bellowing and thrashing about...all for want of mashed potatoes. He got his first taste of them tonight, when I regretfully gave into the persistent gaze he directed at my dinner plate. In my hubris, I granted him but a tiny taste of the fluffy, white mass. … Continue reading Day 208 →

Day 207

Objectively, nothing good has come from Hurricane Florence's swath across the eastern seaboard. It did, however, offer us the chance to see our displaced friend Heather and her son Kaleb this evening. Selfish, yes, but still a welcome visit!