Year 2, Day 336

I remember a time, as a small child in elementary school, when my dad dropped me off in his Toyota station wagon (a car he would end up holding onto long enough that it eventually earned the nickname "The Sludgemobile," but that's another story). We pulled up to the school, and my nose was running … Continue reading Year 2, Day 336 →

Year 2, Day 331

This morning as we were getting ready to leave the house, Miles said a word I haven't heard him say before. "Are you ready to go to school?" I asked. "Fen," he replied. "Fen?" I repeated. "Lessi." "What?" "Daya." I still couldn't quite understand what he was saying, but fortunately Jaclyn intervened. "He's talking about … Continue reading Year 2, Day 331 →

Year 2, Day 324

I walked into daycare this afternoon, as usual, with a feeling of intense excitement. No matter what sort of day I've had, seeing Miles at the end of the day will erase any stress and replace it with unbridled joy. Our eyes met, I smiled, and Miles pointed. "Mommy!" he said. "Uh, no," I replied. … Continue reading Year 2, Day 324 →

Year 2, Day 319

In his quest (really OUR quest) to become more comfortable using the potty, Miles certainly faces his greatest challenge at daycare. While we have him on a small training potty at home, his only option at daycare is a gargantuan "big boy" potty. When seated atop this behemoth, Miles understandably began shouting, "Fall! Fall!" Whether … Continue reading Year 2, Day 319 →

Year 2, Day 295

"Did you have a good day?" I asked Miles today as I picked him up from daycare. "Well," one of his teachers said, "he had an okay day." "Oh boy," I said. I kneeled down and looked at Miles. "Why only okay?" Evidently, as one of his classmates sat eating food from a plate, Miles … Continue reading Year 2, Day 295 →

Year 2, Day 289

"No!" Miles said defiantly as we pulled up to daycare today. "No what?" I replied. "Because if you're saying no to school, I got news for you..." Despite this suggested misgiving, Miles entered daycare sans further protests. I carried him back to the toddler room then plopped him on the floor. "Come on, Miles!" his … Continue reading Year 2, Day 289 →

Year 2, Day 259

I was off today for Veterans' Day. Miles, however, went to daycare as usual. Throw in a vacation day for Jaclyn, and you get that oh-so-rare occurrence -- A DAY WITHOUT MILES. Yes, for one tight window of roughly eight hours, Jaclyn and I were able to live our lives as we did in days … Continue reading Year 2, Day 259 →

Year 2, Day 255

Upon leaving daycare today, I noticed that Miles's cup looked a little...off. Gone was the usual white and blue lid, having been replaced with an orange one. The cup itself still had his name on it though, so I figured we could sort out the obvious mix-up in the morning. I was confident, however, that … Continue reading Year 2, Day 255 →

Year 2, Day 254

We always encourage Miles to "play nice" and use "nice hands," knowing that as he navigates the early stages of social interaction he may be more inclined to use physicality to express himself rather than words or simple gestures. Well today one of the teachers at Miles's daycare characterized him as a "boxer." Now, he … Continue reading Year 2, Day 254 →

Year 2, Day 225

Miles has brought a few art projects home from school at this point, but today's was the first one he was visibly proud of. He held it up for me when I arrived at daycare tonight, and I asked him what it was. "Apple!" he replied, pointing at the colored cutouts affixed to the paper. … Continue reading Year 2, Day 225 →