Year 5, Day 165

For Miles's latest strategy in his ongoing quest to avoid eating his dinner, having determined that whining and screaming aren't means to his preferred end, he's opting for a surplus of enthusiasm and kindness. "Oh this so yummy you gotta try it," he'll say, sans punctuation and with no room to breathe, much less for … Continue reading Year 5, Day 165 →

Year 5, Day 164

I generally try to use the bathroom adjacent to my bedroom. It's isolated, has not one but two doors between it and the rest of the house, and Miles tends to stay out of the area to begin with. Sometimes though...well...nature calls. I was using the downstairs bathroom when Miles came barging in. I barked … Continue reading Year 5, Day 164 →

Year 5, Day 163

Miles and I killed a couple hours at the Charlotte Comicon today while we waited for Jaclyn to return from her retreat, and while I was there to rummage through some long boxes, Miles quickly demonstrated that he was only interested in two things. First, acquiring a balloon sword. Why oh why did I give … Continue reading Year 5, Day 163 →

Year 5, Day 162

With Jaclyn out of town this weekend, I wanted to make sure Miles and I had some fun activities lined up. First up, Miles's long-awaited second trip to the movie theater. He's already so good at watching movies that he can't even be bothered to look away from the screen long enough to take a … Continue reading Year 5, Day 162 →

Year 5, Day 161

Friday nights are for kicking a few drinks back over pizza with your main man.

Year 5, Day 160

Jaclyn is on a weekend trip to a (get this) silent yoga spa*, which means Miles and I deviated just a tad from his normal bedtime routine tonight and, instead of reading a story, opted to watch some monster truck videos. At one point, I wanted to acknowledge the actual people driving the trucks, since … Continue reading Year 5, Day 160 →

Year 5, Day 159

I'm generally an evidence-based sort of guy. I don't believe everything I hear, even if it's what I want to hear, without checking other sources. There are, of course, some exceptions. And like I want to believe is the case for most people who tend towards blind trust, when I see something like this I … Continue reading Year 5, Day 159 →

Year 5, Day 158

Miles is an argumentative child. I don't think there's a scenario that he wouldn't try to litigate his way around when he's trying to get his way, and he hasn't yet developed an understanding of a universal truth all children must learn to grapple with -- some things are simply not up for debate. With … Continue reading Year 5, Day 158 →

Year 5, Day 157

Miles's love of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is well documented. I get it, I love them too. I've got a big soft spot tracing back to my younger days for those storied heroes in a half-shell. But there are different degrees of fandom. Some people buy toys, posters, games, and other products adorned with … Continue reading Year 5, Day 157 →

Year 5, Day 156

One evening recently, when I was trying anything to find something Miles would agree to eat, I introduced him to the concept of the peanut butter and honey sandwich. He now requests the combination regularly. In fact, after finishing one I made for him today, Miles asked for a second. "You know," I told him, … Continue reading Year 5, Day 156 →