Well, what Miles lacked in crying last night he more than made up for this morning, breaking into an uncharacteristic sobbing session on the way to daycare. Normally, Jaclyn passes him to me on my way out the door, we say "Bye mommy," Miles waves, and we're off to the races. Today, upon finding that … Continue reading Year 2, Day 16
Miles was sleeping as hard as I've ever seen him sleep when we arrived home from daycare tonight. While that meant not really getting to spend much time with him before running to my trivia show, it also meant that the transition from me to babysitter was much smoother. When he finally woke up, Lisa … Continue reading Year 2, Day 15
As with most things that are substantially larger than he is, Miles wasn't sure what to make of his birthday balloon, a large silver "1." He certainly loved looking at it from a distance this weekend, but bringing it close generally compelled him to turn away and try to escape from it. That changed today, … Continue reading Year 2, Day 14
There's a real nature vs. nurture struggle going on in our household currently. I'm content to let Miles develop at a pace he's comfortable with. Jaclyn, meanwhile, has her own ideas about deadlines for developmental milestones. One such idea that she has decided to make manifest this weekend is weaning Miles off of his bottles … Continue reading Year 2, Day 13
Of all the gifts Miles received for his birthday, perhaps the largest was the ball pit he received from Aunt Andrea and Uncle Scott. This nightmare apparatus has remained safely housed in its box all week, but when I woke up this morning, I found that Jaclyn had already set about preparing it for use. … Continue reading Year 2, Day 12
It was raining pretty heavily when I picked Miles up from daycare today, so I tossed him in the car then climbed in to take off his coat and get his belt buckled. I almost never do this from inside the car, and getting his coat off quickly turned into an impromptu tickling session.
Separated (from the Phantom Zone) at birth?