Growing (and aging) are almost imperceptible when you see someone day after day. At least, that's what I used to believe. Then Miles was born, and I quickly realized just how measurable human growth is, as well as becoming painfully aware of my own rate of decay (happy birthday to me!). The point of this … Continue reading Year 5, Day 269
"I'm dressing in Daddy's shirt!" - Miles, attempting to steal my work shirt and take my place at my job today (SPOILERS: If it were at all plausible I would TOTALLY let him).
Miles got some new pants tonight, and he couldn't wait to get home and try them on...his head. Full disclosure: I'm a little jealous.
Despite his limited experience and minimal years of existence, here and there I try to grant Miles a bit of the autonomy he so emphatically desires (and is so clearly not ready for). The most frequent opportunity for Miles to forge his own destiny comes from his wardrobe selection. Now, there's a limit to what … Continue reading Year 4, Day 232
"Daddy look I got new shoes!" Giving that core a workout.
Me: "Miles, are you ready to leave for daycare?" Miles: Yes, those are gloves on his feet.
Miles repeatedly threw his sock under the entertainment center today. As soon as I'd fish it out and turn away, I'd hear scampering and laughing, then sure enough, the sock was right back under there.
Ready for whatever today brings his way.
Convincing Miles to get dressed can be a real challenge. Sometimes, however, he's more than willing to put clothes on. They aren't always his clothes, though...
In his journey to potty autonomy, Miles has reached a phase, however unwarranted, of prideful obstinance. He's good about letting us know when he has to go to the bathroom, and his propensity for accidents is reducing day by day. It's unsurprising then that he's started insisting on pulling his pants down himself.As I went … Continue reading Year 3, Day 45