Miles has reached the "walk around the house whacking s@#$ with stick*" phase of his youth. * Or, as he calls it, "Me hammer."
Clearly, Miles has his own ideas about the appropriate location for his potty.
This afternoon we tried to coax Miles into taking a nap or, at the very least, staying in his room for some quiet time. This was his rebuttal.
Retrieving a toy from the dark recesses beneath Miles's bed and realizing too late that it was a trap.
Frozen has dominated Miles's life, and ours, for the last month. Little did I know, however, that a savior would arrive...a savior with a long history of entertaining the Martin family. In all my desperate wishing for Miles to find an alternative to Elsa and Olaf, hoping that another cultural figure would sweep in to … Continue reading Year 3, Day 37
As we were all reading together last night at bedtime, Miles started talking about one of his favorite things. "Cupcake!" he said. "Do you like cupcakes?" I asked. "Miles eat cupcake!" I nodded, "I remember that! You did eat a cupcake." "Mommy eat cupcake!" "Mommy likes cupcakes too!" Jaclyn agreed. "Daddy eat cupcake!" I nodded. … Continue reading Year 3, Day 36
When our friends from Europe visited last November, they brought Miles a farm animal matching game that allows kids to string together a series of animals and props to mirror sequences on a card. While he doesn't quite understand how to match these sequences, he loves playing with the figures, cards, and (weirdly) the instruction … Continue reading Year 3, Day 35