Year 5, Day 18

After a long day of work and hosting trivia, all I want to do is come home and collapse into bed, and today was no exception. I hauled my aching body upstairs and into the bedroom to find-- ...oh. Given that he was sleeping with the ENTIRE PAW Patrol, I quickly accepted that there was … Continue reading Year 5, Day 18 →

Year 5, Day 12

Tonight was one of those increasingly rare nights (not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing) where I made it home from trivia before Miles was asleep. As I laid with him in bed, he said, "Daddy, can you make me a trivia show like you have?" At first, I wasn't sure … Continue reading Year 5, Day 12 →

Year 5, Day 11

A bedtime serenade from Miles. He should try taking his own advice sometime. https://videopress.com/v/GsTrzR2L?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true

Year 4, Day 363

There are days that Miles will feign illness to get out of undesirable activities, saying things like "I don't feel good" or "My tummy hurts" to avoid baths, sitting down to dinner, going to school, going to bed...you get the picture. And then there are those rare days where Miles truly doesn't feel well. The … Continue reading Year 4, Day 363 →

Year 4, Day 362

Most of the nights I'm not hosting trivia (and sometimes, even when I am), I end up putting Miles to bed. While I've written in the past that this process consists of at least two books and one story (which are not the same things), something I've touched on a little less is Miles's other … Continue reading Year 4, Day 362 →

Year 4, Day 326

"Daddy, can I ask you something?" Miles said as he was on the cusp of falling asleep. "Sure, buddy." "Can Santa come back to our house? Because I wanted him to leave presents under my tree." Since we were back at my parents' house for the holidays, Santa and rerouted all of Miles's presents to … Continue reading Year 4, Day 326 →

Year 4, Day 320

While Miles's typical aversion to bedtime involves yelling, roughhousing, and general loopiness, last night he silently sat up well past his bedtime as he meticulously tried to fashion a tool belt (due to his recent obsession with this guy) out of random objects in his room. While I 1) knew he was never going to … Continue reading Year 4, Day 320 →

Year 4, Day 316

Lying in bed last night, Miles spontaneously started singing. "Frosty the Snowman, was a jolly happy snow.He was made of snow but the children know,How he came to life one day.There must have been some magic in that old silk hat they found,For when they placed it on his head he began to dance around.Frosty … Continue reading Year 4, Day 316 →

Year 4, Day 291

It's interesting to feel the shifting effects of nostalgia as I grow older. At one point in my life, it would prompt me to try recapturing some of that magic of my youth. At other times, it might make me feel forlorn or sorrowful, knowing certain things were gone forever. Now, it usually just makes … Continue reading Year 4, Day 291 →

Year 4, Day 285

Trying to convince Miles to go to bed almost always involves metaphorically throwing s*** at the wall and seeing what sticks. Often, the most outlandish behaviors from us provoke the best responses. Last night, Jaclyn started doing (in her words) "a silly walk" down the hallway towards him. Sometimes Miles plays along with stuff like … Continue reading Year 4, Day 285 →