You know what's more jarring and unnerving than hearing Miles suddenly start wailing in the middle of the night? Hearing him unexpectedly start laughing in the middle of the night. Chilling.
This weekend, we carted Miles off to Asheville for a day trip. Now that fall has finally arrived, it gave us a chance to bask in the glory of the turning leaves in the Blue Ridge Mountains. But, okay, it was mostly about being at Highland Brewery for their Cold Mountain release. Miles's...er...mileage in bustling, … Continue reading Day 259
The first thing I heard upon waking up this morning as Jaclyn lounged in the bed with Miles: "Did you poop or is that just your daddy's breath?" Great start to the morning! (To be fair, he hadn't pooped.)
One of Miles's new "things" is placing items on the bottom shelf of the coffee table then immediately removing them. Sometimes the process is...well...easier than other times.
A couple days ago, I got video proof of Miles's adoration of his father. Looks like he doesn't want to play favorites after all!
Miles considers the Trek vs. Wars debate.
As Miles has started babbling more and more, it's become a race to see exactly which sound (of the only two really important ones) he'll make first: "da-da" or "ma-ma." Which parent won? Let's go to the tape!