Year 5, Day 172

For the longest time, Miles has always had the same approach to washing his hands: rinse, pull towel from the holder, quickly run it over his hands, then let it drop to the floor as he walks away. But today, after what's felt like an eternity, Miles is FINALLY leaving the hand towel somewhere other … Continue reading Year 5, Day 172 →

Year 5, Day 142

With pillows and cushions once again strewn about the living room today, I was forced to issue a mandate before bedtime: clean this room up...or else. To my surprise, Miles called upstairs just a few minutes later declaring he had restored the couch to its former state. I came downstairs to find that...eh, well, he … Continue reading Year 5, Day 142 →

Year 5, Day 138

Trying a new one out. Seeing if it does the trick.

Year 5, Day 40

"Daddy, look. I ORGANIZED things!" Sure. You didn't "just not want to put things away." You "ORGANIZED" them. In a heap. On the floor.

Year 4, Day 252

"Daddy! I cleaned up my room! Go see!" The reality: He ALWAYS thinks pulling this sort of thing is hilarious.

Year 3, Day 305: Christmas 2020 in Review

For a holiday spent in isolation, Miles's third Christmas managed to be frenetic, loud, and (fortunately) filled with joy. Christmas started early in our house, as Miles woke up at 3 AM and started yelling, "DADDY! I WANNA READ A BOOK, DADDY!" Groaning, I staggered down the hallway to his bedroom and immediately began pleading … Continue reading Year 3, Day 305: Christmas 2020 in Review →

Year 3, Day 264

Whatever my ideal way to spend some alone time on Sunday might be, any extended period during which I'm left with an empty house in generally spent the same way: cleaning. Specifically, I vacuum, sweep, and mop the floors (which, regardless of how long it's been since their last cleaning, always need it). For the … Continue reading Year 3, Day 264 →

Year 3, Day 219

Jaclyn called while I was on my way home from work tonight because Miles had something to tell me. "What's in the driveway, Miles?" she asked him. "Hunh," Miles replied, his response when he doesn't know the answer to your question. "Remember?" Jaclyn said, then elaborated. "We got home, and we saw something in the … Continue reading Year 3, Day 219 →

Year 3, Day 195

Pictured: the smirk of a child who just successfully forced his mother to chase him all over the place as she tried to clean his poopy butt. He's a stinker in more ways than one.

Year 3, Day 32

Overall, potty training has been going ALARMINGLY well for Miles. He's now at the point that he almost never uses his pull-up during the day and can even typically make it through naptime without any accidents. And then there's today.This evening, I asked Miles if he needed to "go pee-pee." Miles said, "No," and went … Continue reading Year 3, Day 32 →