Year 3, Day 156

Miles's love of ice cream has reached questionable levels. This isn't the first time he's tried to eat a picture of food in a book.

Year 3, Day 155

A couple nights ago, Miles started talking about someone he called "Miss Gabby." It was a name we hadn't heard before, so we started asking some questions."Is Miss Gabby a teacher at school?""No.""Is Miss Gabby a friend at school?""No.""Do you see Miss Gabby at home or at school?""At home.""Where do you see Miss Gabby at … Continue reading Year 3, Day 155 →

Year 3, Day 154

Some families chart the growth of children with notch marks on the wall. We just stand the kid next to the trash can.

Year 3, Day 153

One of Miles's new favorite things to do on our drives to and from daycare is to point out Bank of America Stadium as we drive past. "Daddy!" he'll call from the backseat. "Gonna see the football stadium!" We've talked about the sport, the fact that the team that plays there is called the Panthers, … Continue reading Year 3, Day 153 →

Year 3, Day 152

There's a scene in a classic flashback episode of The Simpsons in which Homer is playing with baby Bart, pretending to grab his nose. "Got your nose!" "Got your wallet!" Bart replies, snatching the wallet from Homer's pocket and running immediately to the toilet, where he flushes it. Anyway, I was folding laundry today when … Continue reading Year 3, Day 152 →

Year 3, Day 151

During his bath tonight, Miles summoned me to the bathroom so he could give me a "beverage" he referred to as "scrambled egg juicy water." In reality, what he handed me was a small cup of bathwater, but I honestly can't decide which seems less appealing.And yes, of course I pretended to drink it. And … Continue reading Year 3, Day 151 →

Year 3, Day 150

Miles was having a rough time getting out of the house this morning. It was one of those days were, no matter what mom or dad suggests, Miles inevitably wants something different. In these moments, we search desperately for something capable of attracting all or Miles's interest. As I opened the front door and tried … Continue reading Year 3, Day 150 →

Year 3, Day 149

When I came home this evening, this was the sight that greeted me. "Miles, what are you doing?" "No daddy! I'm hiding!"

Year 3, Day 148

Three days in, and the box hasn't gone anywhere.

Year 3, Day 147

Suited up and ready to cautiously rejoin society!