Year 3, Day 186

As Jaclyn felt it necessary to mention about fifty times before 10 AM, today was "Boys Day" for me and Miles, as Jaclyn was getting some much-needed alone time this morning. And what, exactly, did this mean for us? Well first, it meant we were coordinating our outfits: The pizza shirts are always a big … Continue reading Year 3, Day 186 →

Year 3, Day 185

I wasn't emptying the dishwasher this evening when Miles dashed into the kitchen. Instead of trying to "help" me with dishes, he burrowed himself into one of his favorite hiding places behind the recycling bin. "What are you doing, buddy?" I asked. "I hidin'," he replied. "From what?" "Bikers." "You're hiding from bikers?" "Yeah." "Where … Continue reading Year 3, Day 185 →

Year 3, Day 184: Sounds of the Night-time IX

There are nights where Miles goes to bed peacefully and without protest. Then there are nights like this. https://videopress.com/v/TAcS0Dh4?preloadContent=metadata In case you're curious, when Miles starts fretting over his "bewn," he's referring to the balloon he was holding in his hand that he lost his grip on.

Year 3, Day 183

In which Miles trolls me while sitting on the potty. https://videopress.com/v/00d2a6GL?preloadContent=metadata

Year 3, Day 182

As I was putting Miles to bed tonight, I leaned over for my requisite hug and kiss. As I did so, Miles reached up, grabbed both sides of my face, and turned my head to the side. Then he leaned up from his pillow and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. "AWWWWWW!" I … Continue reading Year 3, Day 182 →

Year 3, Day 181

In what seems like a distant past life at this point, Jaclyn and I were pretty seasoned travelers. And now, whenever we see a place, whether in pictures or on TV, that we've traveled to, we like to let Miles know that we've been there before. Miles's response has been to adopt a new phrase … Continue reading Year 3, Day 181 →

Year 3, Day 180

Since Miles liked running under the hose a few weeks back, we decided to get him a sprinkler to enjoy for the waning days of summer. What I did not expect was for him to go through something akin to the stages for grief as he engaged with it for the first time. https://videopress.com/v/ryWJUqtl?preloadContent=metadata

Year 3, Day 178

This evening, Miles suddenly vanished. Typically, his "hiding" involves lots of giggling and the occasional, "I'm over here!", but this time he didn't respond to calls from either of us and I honestly had no idea where he had gone. Eventually I poked my head into our bedroom closet, where I found this:

Year 3, Day 177

Another huge developmental milestone this week, as Miles has finally figured out how to jump!