Year 4, Day 240

Me: "Miles, if you don't get out of that box, I'm going to seal it up and send it to Grammy and Papa." Miles: "Okay. Do it." Always trying to call my bluff...

Year 4, Day 20

As I stepped in the door after work tonight, Miles came running over. "Daddy, Daddy!" he called. "I'm packing my stuff!" "That's great, buddy!" I said. "Let me see what you've got so far!" Miles:

Year 4, Day 10

Packed! Time to take this box over to the new house.

Year 3, Day 253

Tonight, Miles informed us that he wanted us to pack him in an extremely narrow box and ship him to Grammy's house. Hey, whatever it takes to see his grandparents in the time of COVID!

Year 3, Day 208

Miles: "Oh daddy! I'm a scary monster!" The reality:

Year 3, Day 190

Jaclyn picked up some new running shoes today, and Miles wasted no time removing them from their box and putting the shoes where they belong. He then brought the empty box to the back door (for transportation to the recycling bin) and carried the paper from inside the box (which it later seemed was his … Continue reading Year 3, Day 190 →

Year 3, Day 148

Three days in, and the box hasn't gone anywhere.

Year 3, Day 145

We received a shipment in a long, narrow box a couple days ago, and Miles has been extremely eager to open the package. I thought he just wanted to see what was inside, but I was a fool. Yes, what he really wanted to do was build his own porta-john. The box has taken several … Continue reading Year 3, Day 145 →

Year 3, Day 10

When mommy's away...

Year 2, Day 355

Sleepless nights, constant noise, crap (both figurative and literal) all over the floor...all some of parenthood's more challenging aspects. None, however, compare to the sheer rage manifested during the assembly of new toys. As Miles's birthday draws ever closer, so too does the barrage of exciting, large toys that I'll get to build. And wouldn't … Continue reading Year 2, Day 355 →