Year 4, Day 20

As I stepped in the door after work tonight, Miles came running over. "Daddy, Daddy!" he called. "I'm packing my stuff!" "That's great, buddy!" I said. "Let me see what you've got so far!" Miles:

Year 4, Day 19

DANGER, DANGER. MILES HAS FOUND THE HULK HANDS. I suddenly regret ever having purchased these.

Year 4, Day 18

While running errands with Mommy this afternoon, Miles thought it would be a good time to start planning for the future. "What's that?" he asked, pointing to a building outside the window. "That's a college," Jaclyn said. "One day when you're grown up and you finish school, you can go off to college and study … Continue reading Year 4, Day 18 →

Year 4, Day 17

As usual, Miles requested a story at bedtime tonight. I decided to make this one interactive. "Once upon a time, long long ago," I started, "Miles found a magic lamp. And he rubbed the lamp and out popped..." "A genie!" Miles exclaimed. "That's right! A genie!" "Yeah! And the genie was Daddy!" "Uh...sure, okay. So … Continue reading Year 4, Day 17 →

Year 4, Day 16

"Diaper on the head" is about where we're all at currently:

Year 4, Day 15

Our slow motion move into the new house has unearthed a few objects from Miles's past, ones that he hasn't quite figured out that he's a little too big for now. "I can get a new swing at the new house," was Miles's ultimate concession.

Year 4, Day 14

In what is quickly becoming a regular part of our evening routine, Miles helped Jaclyn prepare dinner again this evening. "The first thing we need to do is boil some water for the cauliflower." "Just don't put it in my juice!" was Miles's only demand. Of course, there's only so much prep work a three-year-old … Continue reading Year 4, Day 14 →

Year 4, Day 13

The look of a child who has just been told that he can't just wail on me with a pole over and over: We spent a little time outside this evening, enjoying the last moments of sunlight (and one of the last nights we'll have a spacious backyard for a while). And while Miles insisted … Continue reading Year 4, Day 13 →

Year 4, Day 12

There was a Saturday, probably when I was 13 or so, when my mother woke me up in the morning (it was probably about 10:30), said, "Here," and handed me ten bucks. "What is this for?" I asked, groggy but blissfully naive regardless of alertness. "I sold your Thundercats toys at a yard sale," she … Continue reading Year 4, Day 12 →

Year 4, Day 11

"Daddy! I'm going to paint!" are some of the most terrifying words you can hear from a toddler upon walking through the door after work.