Two things Miles loves: packages coming in the mail and Halloween goodies. Lucky duck has relatives who are willing to satisfy both! In the spirit of the Halloween season, Miles went for a truly bone-chilling dinner combo. Seriously, who eats waffles with BROCCOLI?
Miles's dinner request tonight consisted of the following: A waffleFishIce cream (naturally) I wasn't there to witness it, but I think Jaclyn took the "Hey, if it'll get him to eat" approach.
During dinner, Jaclyn asked Miles if he needed to go potty."No!" he exclaimed reflexively. Then, in an apparent moment of enlightenment, "...I need to go potty."Jaclyn rushed him to the potty and he sat down, bits of food still on his fingers. Jaclyn grabbed a napkin and started wiping him off. "I got food on … Continue reading Year 3, Day 168
When it comes to getting Miles to sit down and eat his dinner, we've grown increasingly willing to make compromises. Tonight, for instance, he insisted on sitting at the big table with us. And then he insisted on also wearing sunglasses. But he DID eat his food, so whatever works!
Not a day goes by anymore that Miles fails to request (to put it mildly) one of two things. When we pick him up from daycare, and before arriving home, Miles will insistently say, "I want ice cream. I want donuts." This week, at different times, he has received both. The road to our ice … Continue reading Year 3, Day 114
We went over to our friends' place for dinner tonight, and while he has been there with us before, Miles was delighted to learn (again) that they have a lot of animals on their property. "They have chickens!" Jaclyn said. "And bunnies." "And horsies!" Miles added. I shook my head. "Well...don't get your hopes up … Continue reading Year 3, Day 109
Ever the dutiful son, Miles has started helping set the tables for dinner each night, placing napkins and forks at...weirdly precise angles. Moments later, he reclaimed all of the napkins and threw them directly into the trash can. He may be going a bit overboard on the COVID-related sanitation measures.
"Miles! It's dinnertime!" "Nono, go night-night!" I wish I could say this level of dinner avoidance was abnormal, but Miles will go to great lengths to convince us he doesn't need to sit down and eat.
Jaclyn, coming home from the grocery store just before dinner time: "I brought you a surprise...cookies!" Me: "I'm not sure you should've told him what the surprise was before dinner..."
Jaclyn: "Do you want pizza for dinner?" Miles: "Yep." Jaclyn: "What do you want on your pizza?" Miles: "Birthday candles."