Every time Miles gets in the car, some form of the following conversation happens between us: Me: "Do you want to listen to some music?" Miles: (clicks tongue, nods) Me: "How about some Barenaked Ladies?" Miles: "Elmo." Me: "The Beatles?" Miles: "Elmo." Me: "Weird Al?" Miles: "Elmo." Me: "The Stones? How about the Stones?" Inevitably, … Continue reading Year 2, Day 227
Miles looked through the glass door and saw his babysitter approaching just after we arrived home tonight. He immediately did this: And yet, the second she mentioned going outside to look for birds, Miles embraced her, turned back to me, and said, "Bye-bye!" with a dismissive wave. Talk about mixed signals.
Miles has brought a few art projects home from school at this point, but today's was the first one he was visibly proud of. He held it up for me when I arrived at daycare tonight, and I asked him what it was. "Apple!" he replied, pointing at the colored cutouts affixed to the paper. … Continue reading Year 2, Day 225
The real challenge isn't putting the puzzle together, but locating all of the pieces Miles leaves in random places around the house.
Forget everything I said about compassion and friendliness yesterday -- MILES HAS DISCOVERED STICKS.
While I get to see Miles interact with other children pretty often, I don't get to see him do this at home very much. Does he get territorial? Does he share things willingly? I assume (based on a lack of complaints) that he's learning to manage this at daycare, but what about his own space … Continue reading Year 2, Day 222
Dinnertime at the Martin's house, in a GIF. Guess who I am in this metaphor?