This evening, Jaclyn sent me the precise text that every spouse wants to receive on a Friday: "I want to go to IKEA tonight." And so, at Miles's usual witching hour, we descended upon that fabled slice of Sweden, home of Nordic ingenuity, land of meatballs (which I was really banking on eating...until we found … Continue reading Year 4, Day 42
This morning as I was brewing coffee, Miles insisted I sit with him for breakfast. I was initially flattered and delighted, but then, as he started moving his chairs, I realized what he meant and the reality was...well, weird. Despite not being an ideal seating arrangement for breakfast or looking at one another, it still … Continue reading Year 3, Day 59
We've entered the "everything's a drum" phase and WE NEED TO GET OUT OF THE HOUSE.
This morning, Miles refused to leave the house without making sure Big Spider-Man was sitting in a big rocking chair and Little Spider-Man was sitting in a small one. He may only be about two years old, but he definitely treats his friends hospitably.