Year 5, Day 242

While we were on vacation, and under GREAT duress, Miles took his first shower. While it's true his initial screams chilled Monteverde to its core, by the end of the experience Miles had decided that showers are his favorite thing ever. Even now, back home with all his toys, he's much more eager to take … Continue reading Year 5, Day 242 →

Year 5, Day 168

Miles's Bathtime Ice Cream Stand, where flavors include orange, mango, and seaweed salad and no scoops are used because "I can just use my hand."

Year 5, Day 70

Overheard tonight, while Miles was in the bathtub: Jaclyn: "Miles, do you need to go potty?" Miles, in the bathtub, as he produces no less than ten sustained seconds of fart bubbles: "Uhhhhhh..."

Year 5, Day 10

While spelling his name with foam letters in the bathtub tonight, Miles found the M and the I, but needed a little help spotting the next letter. After some minimal guidance (which -- great news -- Miles knows the difference between his right and his left), he plucked the L out of the water. "Hey," … Continue reading Year 5, Day 10 →

Year 4, Day 357

I came downstairs after getting cleaned up tonight to find Miles already sitting at the table, eating dinner. I tousled his hair as I walked past and noticed it was damp. "Did you take a bath?" I asked, surprised because I hadn't heard a bit of protest from him (normally, his wails would echo up … Continue reading Year 4, Day 357 →

Year 4, Day 256

Once she had finally coaxed Miles into the bathtub tonight, Jaclyn gave him a few minutes to play. We were in the bedroom folding laundry when, mere minutes later, Miles darted out of the bathroom, wet and butt-ass naked. "Miles!" Jaclyn yelled. "What are you doing??" "I'm done from the bath!" he announced, a trail … Continue reading Year 4, Day 256 →

Year 4, Day 242

I turned away from cleaning the kitchen to discover my living space had suddenly turned into some sort of Lynchian nightmare. ...I don't know what's going on here.

Year 4, Day 215

As I was taking a shower this morning, Miles burst into the bathroom and declared, "Daddy look! I've got red bath bubbles!" He was holding a packet in his hand that would, in fact, make his bath water red. "Cool!" I said. "Yeah, and red is my favorite color!" "...now hold on. I thought blue … Continue reading Year 4, Day 215 →

Year 4, Day 90

As Miles grows up and exhibits ever-increasing resistance to doing literally anything we ask of him, we've had to get creative when approaching day-to-day necessities, particularly those related to hygiene. Nevertheless, I was a bit befuddled when Miles let me know, unsolicited, that, "Velociraptors don't like clean teeth. They don't like clean hair too." Having … Continue reading Year 4, Day 90 →

Year 3, Day 162

Miles has started throwing around the phrase "One more time!" pretty liberally. When we're playing and I do something funny? "One more time!" When we've just finished running around from playing Naked Baby after bath time? "One more time!" When I give Miles a potato chip? "One more, daddy!" Of course, it's never "one more … Continue reading Year 3, Day 162 →