Year 4, Day 309

To celebrate the new year, Miles and I decided to try out our new waffle maker for the first time. Miles is obsessed with the possibilities this new device presents, and he insisted on helping prep the meal. FACT: He started stirring about 10 seconds before this photo was taken, then stopped about 5 seconds … Continue reading Year 4, Day 309 →

Year 4, Day 254

Breakfast of champions. He truly is my son.

Year 4, Day 211

Today was Miles's third day of German school, and it's been going extraordinarily well so far. As reported previously, Miles has been over-the-moon enthusiastic about going to a "big kid school." His teachers have said that he understands everything they're saying and follows directions well.* And at pickup each day, Miles emerges from the classroom … Continue reading Year 4, Day 211 →

Year 4, Day 84

This is the face Miles makes at the beginning of almost every meal. To be fair, his food DID come out last.

Year 4, Day 65

Miles does his impression of The Godfather (1972).

Year 4, Day 51

Given Miles's affinity for a certain song about heavily processed meats, I told him this weekend would bring with it a special Sunday breakfast. Much to Jaclyn's chagrin, I prepared some Spam this morning. I made OTHER things too. I wasn't just going to leave Jaclyn in the lurch. Miles recalled lyrics from the "Weird … Continue reading Year 4, Day 51 →

Year 3, Day 355

Someone may have managed to nab some chocolate at an hour that was dubiously close to "breakfast time" today. Taking full advantage of a holiday and his parents' waning willpower on a rainy weekend spent inside. What a stinker!

Year 3, Day 341

Jaclyn's big birthday request this year was Sunday brunch from Ruby Sunshine, a franchise out of New Orleans that opened at location here last year (but...you know...COVID has kept us away from). And despite it being Jaclyn's birthday, I think we all indulged a little for this meal. When I posited a few food options … Continue reading Year 3, Day 341 →

Year 3, Day 336

Being a parent is regularly overwhelming, and there is absolutely no question that I need frequent breaks from my family (if only to cower in a corner and rock back and forth in silence for a few minutes). But this morning as I was dropping Miles off at daycare, he clung to my leg and … Continue reading Year 3, Day 336 →

Year 3, Day 242

Miles has already learned to never leave a drop of cereal milk behind.