I'll be waiting forever for the "easy" part of parenting a toddler to show up, but nothing on any given day is harder than getting out of the house on a weekday. Miles never wants to wake up (that makes two of us, buddy), never wants to get dressed, never wants to brush his teeth...he … Continue reading Year 4, Day 159
Most of today's morning commute was conducted in silence following a brief altercation in which Miles requested juice immediately and I told him his request would be impossible to fulfill. Several minutes of silent grievance (his, not mine) later, he finally spoke up again. "Mommy is a good mommy," he said. "She is," I agreed. … Continue reading Year 4, Day 157
When we left the house for Miles's dentist appointment today, my son had a simple request. "I want to see the dentist not put something in my mouth," he said. I shrugged. "Well, the dentist is going to have to put something in your mouth, buddy." Miles grappled with this for a moment. "No!" he … Continue reading Year 4, Day 146
Over the course of my life, I've spent a LOT of time solving puzzles in Legend of Zelda games. As a parent, all of those finely-honed skills are both paying off and being put to their ultimate test. Tonight for instance, Miles was in what can delicately be described as "a mood." He started out … Continue reading Year 3, Day 299
I've written previously about Miles's propensity for requesting back rubs, a trait that is very obviously encoded in his genetics. But where once he merely asked for such a service, he now issues demands. "I say rub me!" he ordered the other night as I was preparing to leave his bedroom. Taken aback by his … Continue reading Year 3, Day 274
"Mommy! I need five dollars!" - Miles, upon waking up this morning
This evening, Miles marched into the kitchen. "I want to go in the ice cream shop," he declared in no uncertain terms. "Who said anything about getting ice cream?" I asked. "MILES," he answered. ...we did not go to the ice cream shop.
Miles has come to accept that the first order of business every morning after getting out of bed is to hit the potty. What we've had to learn to accept, meanwhile, is that it's less like a bathroom trip and more like an early morning board meeting. One-by-one, Miles will insist on bringing along all … Continue reading Year 3, Day 232
How do I know when my son means business? When the sound of his voice yelling, "I need juice, BRIAN!" comes from the kitchen.
Before Miles agreed to brush his teeth this morning, he had to first assemble a myriad court to accompany him. And it wasn't enough to simply have them in the bathroom -- I tried to place them on the toilet seat, and Miles became deeply incensed, refusing to proceed until they were next to him … Continue reading Year 2, Day 300