Miles went to his friend Zachary's first birthday party today, and while Zach had his first encounter with a full year of existence, Miles was busy having his first encounter with a bounce house. He followed this experience by going down the slide by himself, nailing the dismount, and then, no longer needing us, setting … Continue reading Year 2, Day 159
Miles was on the receiving end of his first birthday party last week, and today he got to help his friend Audrey celebrate her own first year of existence. The birthday girl was understandably in high demand, but Miles still got a few fleeting minutes to hang out and conspire as only barely-verbal toddlers can. … Continue reading Year 2, Day 19
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
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
Advance warning, and I do apologize for this -- this post gets moderately racist due to a particular anecdote from my childhood. When I was a kid, my dad threw the term "Jap bastard" around a lot. Not in reference to actual Japanese people, whom as near as I can tell my dad had no … Continue reading Year 2, Day 2
One year ago today, I watched as Miles emerged into the world. There are a handful of people in my life whose impact on me was so profound, even from the beginning, that I can remember every detail from the moment we met. With Miles it's a little different, in that everything around us is … Continue reading Year 2, Day 1: Baby’s First Birthday!
Miles's burgeoning obsession with dogs has started to reach critical mass. He's started demanding the small toy dog on my desk, pointing at the floor and barking (as if to point out where a dog should be), and (as seen last week) enjoying dog-related exploits on television. As such, the package we received from our … Continue reading Day 358