Year 5, Day 185

Like most children, Miles has always exhibited an interest in music, and we've tried our best to lean into this as much as possible in the event he wants to pursue this far enough to learn how to play an instrument, from playing a wide variety of styles for him to enrolling him in regular … Continue reading Year 5, Day 185 →

Year 5, Day 184

"Daddy," Miles began, pointing at my chin, "what are those?" "Oh, those hairs? They grow on my face when I need to shave." "Shave?" "Yeah, they get longer, like a beard, and then I shave them, and then they grow back again. It goes on and on." "I don't want to have those hairs." "Well … Continue reading Year 5, Day 184 →

Year 5, Day 183

On the increasingly rare occasions when Miles wakes up in the middle of the night, he's generally good about putting himself back to sleep. And by that I mean "leaving his room and climbing into bed with us." There are still some nights, though, when Miles will call out for one of us. When I … Continue reading Year 5, Day 183 →

Year 5, Day 182

Al Bundying in his sleep.

Year 5, Day 181

This morning, because I'm always thinking about eighty things at once, I completely forgot to give Miles his water bottle before sending him into school. I noticed about halfway to work and swore at myself, but at that point I'd have to wait for my lunch break to shuttle it over. As fate would have … Continue reading Year 5, Day 181 →

Year 5, Day 180

This morning, as is part of our usual routine, Miles demanded to listen to "his music" on the way to school. However, unlike our usual routine, he became very agitated when a particular song came on. While listening to our typical mix of PAW Patrol/PJ Masks/Mickey/etc. music, Miles exhibited what can generously be called "revulsion" … Continue reading Year 5, Day 180 →

Year 5, Day 179

Tonight, as I tried to find some degree of zen in doing the dishes amidst Miles's constant talking and Brie's excessive barking, Jaclyn added to the cacophony when Brie, constantly nipping at her feet, refused to listen to her commands to "sit" and "wait." "Ugh!" Jaclyn groused. "She thinks she's in charge of the house … Continue reading Year 5, Day 179 →

Year 5, Day 178

According to Miles, he's "built a McDonald's" and he "lives there." They also serve bagels at this one, I'm told.

Year 5, Day 177

This morning, when Jaclyn informed Miles of the plans for the day, he had questions. "What's a parade?" was chief among them, as Miles has never really seen one before. "Well...it's hard to explain," I fumbled. "There's a bunch of people there..." "Is there dragons there?" was somehow his next question. "Well, there'll probably be … Continue reading Year 5, Day 177 →

Year 5, Day 176

I took Miles to his music class today and I was hoping that, afterward, he would be amenable to going out for lunch. Unfortunately, everything I suggested was met with rejection. He just wanted to go home and eat there. "We have so much food at home," he said, sounding way too much like his … Continue reading Year 5, Day 176 →