Tragedy struck this morning, as Miles clawed his way over to my coffee mug and managed to tip it over just as we were getting ready to walk out the door. Fortunately, all of the liquid spilled away from him as the mug went spinning across the floor, and Jaclyn and I worked in concert … Continue reading Day 345
Last night, I experienced a parental rite of passage -- I stepped, HARD, on one of Miles's toys for the first time. And let me tell you, I almost wish it had been a nail instead. I bellowed immediately on realizing my folly, limping over to the dinner table muttering every expletive one could think … Continue reading Day 344
The sound of this kid's laughter is the best thing in the world (and absolutely more entertaining than Super Bowl LIII! More like Super Bowl ZZZ, amirite???).
Here's a new (maybe racially insensitive? Who knows anymore?) game Miles and I have started playing.
FACT: This is the first time Miles has ever listened to "Thriller." Watch closely and you'll see (on either side of the burp, anyway) what appears to be a portion of Michael Jackson's actual "Thriller" dance. Could it be this dance has become so ubiquitous that it's now evolutionary???
Miles channels his inner Keith Moon/Neal Peart/Animal.
Jaclyn had some pressing work this morning, leaving it to me to make sure Miles got to his PT appointment today. I told his therapist about the substantial strides we've seen in the past week since he started, which she got to observe herself during the session. She was also impressed by his lack of … Continue reading Day 339