Miles and I had a couple errands to run after daycare today, one of which involved a quick stop at Trader Joe's to pick up some things for dinner (and, at Miles's insistence, a container of cottage cheese). As we stepped into the store, Miles tugged away from my hand. "I can do it all … Continue reading Year 3, Day 262
With the looming risk of COVID infection being far scarier than the ghouls and beasts typical of the season, we opted not to take Miles trick-or-treating for Halloween this year. Instead, we threw a fairly exclusive party for Miles and some of his closest friends. Even though the party had a limited guest list, Miles … Continue reading Year 3, Day 249
"Miles, what number comes after 15?" "Sixteen!" "Right! And what number comes after 16?" "Seventeen!" "Yeah! And what comes after 17?" "Lollipops!"
I had to make a short trip to my workplace today to pick up a few supplies, and I thought it would also serve as a nice chance to get Miles out of the house (and out of his mother's hair) for a little while. As you might (or might not) know, I work with … Continue reading Year 3, Day 76
A reckoning is coming.Up 'til now, satisfying Miles's needs has been free of much guesswork, because we were the ones establishing so many of them. He NEEDS to brush his teeth. He NEEDS to get dressed. He NEEDS to eat his broccoli. But lately, Miles has started to vocalize his own needs. And by "needs," … Continue reading Year 3, Day 57
I picked up Miles a little early today so we could hurry home to freshen up before attending his daycare's annual Family Sweetheart Dance. I figure, why wait until middle school to toss my son into socially awkward waters? And in true Martin fashion, I can confirm that Miles has inherited the wallflower gene from … Continue reading Year 2, Day 353
We took Miles to get a haircut this afternoon, a trip that granted Miles his first taste of suckers and a thirst for exploration.
Before we headed off to visit our respective families for the holiday, we took a few minutes to let Miles ransack and pillage his Christmas stocking. After insisting for several minutes that he'd rather have my stocking (despite my insistence that this would prove FAR more boring than his), Miles finally opened his own and … Continue reading Year 2, Day 302
Yesterday: Miles truly discovers chocolate. Today:
The winds and rain of a mighty storm rattled and shook the house this evening, guaranteeing that Halloween would not go according to plan. Little did I realize, however, just how little regard fate had for our holiday aspirations. Follow me, dear reader, if you dare, into the grim darkness of Halloween 2019. After arriving … Continue reading Year 2, Day 248: Miles Martin’s TRUE Tales of Halloween Horror!