As suggested by yesterday's post, being home sick can really turn an already behaviorally-challenged child into an unruly mess of humanity. By dinnertime last night, Miles's failure to listen warranted being sent to his room for time-out. After several minutes (long enough for us, at least, to eat in peace), we went back to Miles's … Continue reading Year 5, Day 210
As I've mentioned a few times recently, conversations about possible second children have slowly become more prevalent in our house. Things ground to a halt over the weekend, however, when Jaclyn explicitly said that a second child would mean losing my reading room*. Fortunately, I had a backup plan. And it's already taken root! After … Continue reading Year 5, Day 60
"Daddy, look. I ORGANIZED things!" Sure. You didn't "just not want to put things away." You "ORGANIZED" them. In a heap. On the floor.
Miles getting hype about the new wall decor in his bathroom. In fact, his whole living space is coming together pretty nicely. (Great job, Dad! Thanks, Dad!)
Me: "Miles! What did you do in here?!" Miles: "I made a trap."
When we got home from daycare tonight, I emptied my arms of bags, mail, and the like and paused to take my shoes off. Miles immediately snatched up a bank deposit slip that I had set down. "Bah-bye!" he declared before darting down the hallway and disappearing into my bedroom. "Miles!" I called after him. … Continue reading Year 3, Day 17
I hadn't been asleep very long last night before I heard Miles start howling over the baby monitor. His night light wasn't turned on, and I assumed that he must've woken up in the pitch black and been a little freaked out. Rather than give him a few minutes to settle back down, I sprang … Continue reading Year 2, Day 350