Nothing says "I am tired and ready to go to bed" quite like a gloved four-year-old hauling a punching bag into your bathroom at 9:00 and proceeding to beat the tar out of it. Float like a butterfly, sleep like a...an animal that refuses to sleep.
Tag: boxing
Year 3, Day 51
Perhaps this goes without saying in our current situation, but technology allows for some truly remarkable things. Last week, Miles let Jaclyn know that he wants his own boxing gloves. She then made a passing remark about it online. And today, courtesy of Papa and Yia-yia, Miles's wish was fulfilled. This photo was taken -- … Continue reading Year 3, Day 51
Year 2, Day 266
Today, as has been the case most afternoons over the last week, Miles came home and requested not Elmo, not Clifford, but Star Wars to play while he eats his dinner. He's now seen the first 30 or so minutes of the original movie four or five times. After dinner tonight, Miles darted into our … Continue reading Year 2, Day 266
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 