Year 4, Day 231

Despite his limited experience and minimal years of existence, here and there I try to grant Miles a bit of the autonomy he so emphatically desires (and is so clearly not ready for). The most frequent opportunity for Miles to forge his own destiny comes from his wardrobe selection. Now, there's a limit to what … Continue reading Year 4, Day 231 →

Year 4, Day 230

So excited about his own pizza in his OWN box that he can't even make it to the table before showing me.

Year 4, Day 229

Miles enjoys mailing letters almost as much as he loves receiving them. This one his headed to his BFF Audrey.

Year 4, Day 228

I don't know what this is, but it feels threatening.

Year 4, Day 227

Miles was sitting next to me on the couch just before bedtime. "Can I have a drink?" he asked. "You want to finish your apple juice?" I said, referring to the juice box he got at dinner but never finished. "No," Miles said, "because I might spill it." I was pretty impressed by his self-assessment … Continue reading Year 4, Day 227 →

Year 4, Day 226

Dear God, why did I voluntarily introduce this child to slime??? That look in his eyes... I've made a huge mistake.

Year 4, Day 225

Miles and I sat down this afternoon to build a Halloween cookie diorama (this year a haunted farm). Naturally, Miles started voraciously consuming the building supplies before we could begin. https://videopress.com/v/jCEfmoRN?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata

Year 4, Day 224

Miles has informed me that he is now a detective and is fully prepared to solve a mystery.

Year 4, Day 223

For some reason (not that he needs one), Miles insisted on bringing a small container of hand sanitizer in the car with him this morning. After we arrived at daycare, the bottle was no longer in his hand or the cup holders on his car seat. I scanned the backseat to no avail. "Miles," I … Continue reading Year 4, Day 223 →

Year 4, Day 222

Miles was watching a Halloween episode of Arthur* this evening as Jaclyn sat nearby, working on her computer and enveloped in work until she heard a sudden THUD from behind the couch. She hurried over to find Miles huddled on the ground with his head against the floor after evidently diving behind the furniture. "Miles!" … Continue reading Year 4, Day 222 →