Year 4, Day 70

Having settled into our new home, Jaclyn and I have turned to taking care of some of the dull tasks that accompany any move, such as updating our vehicle registrations and driver's licenses. You know who's managed to eke some unexpected delight out of the latter of those? C'mon, two guesses... After I received my … Continue reading Year 4, Day 70 →

Year 4, Day 69

Every night before I make my way to bed, I stop in to check on Miles. I tell myself I want to be sure his covers are still on top of him or that he's not in danger of falling out of bed, and these things are true, but I honestly just want to see … Continue reading Year 4, Day 69 →

Year 4, Day 68

One of the most foundational duties of parenthood is protection. There's an inner, biological impulse that drives us to protect our children to the extent we are able to do so (and really a bit beyond that extent). Of course there are times when, despite this instinctive drive, we fail. And that's okay -- sometimes … Continue reading Year 4, Day 68 →

Year 4, Day 67

Moments after telling him I had my eye on him... "...oh DO you, now?"

Year 4, Day 66

Miles does his impression of The Godfather (1972).

Year 4, Day 65

While trying to 1) find something we could watch together as a family and 2) find ANY alternative to Miles's requests for Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, I discovered that an animated adaptation of one of his favorite books -- Margaret Wise Brown's The Runaway Bunny -- had dropped on HBO Max sometime this year. Mission accomplished … Continue reading Year 4, Day 65 →

Year 4, Day 64

If anyone's curious, I am officially "Damn, this PJ Masks song SLAPS!" deep into parenting. I suppose you just learn to accept the reality you're given, and right now that reality is "PJ Masks music from the time we leave the house to the time we get to daycare." If I'm lucky, Miles will accept … Continue reading Year 4, Day 64 →

Year 4, Day 63

The child sleeps awkwardly, contorted atop a mass of lumpy, misshapen stuffed animals. No wonder he wakes up grumpy every morning.

Year 4, Day 62

Miles was a bit of a late bloomer when it came to walking. As hard as it is to believe now, he was well over a year old before he started taking his first, nervous steps. While he'll walk -- nay, RUN -- with the best of them now, one physical, leg-based activity still eludes … Continue reading Year 4, Day 62 →

Year 4, Day 61

I've written previously about how difficult it can be convincing Miles to eat regular meals, and an unfortunate consequence of this is that he frequently leaves us with no choice but to limit his take of precious, precious snack foods. While we've tried to be as explicit as possible in linking one to the other … Continue reading Year 4, Day 61 →