Year 2, Day 242

We tried to make a brief family trip to Walmart tonight in order to obtain some Halloween supplies, so of course Miles decided the drive there would be an ideal time to unleash a massive, stinky poop. And, of course, this was the one time we had failed to bring his diaper bag. We had … Continue reading Year 2, Day 242 →

Year 2, Day 218

I was at my primary job until 6:00 tonight, and with a trivia show beginning at 7:00, I wasn't planning on being able to go home or see Miles this evening. Fate*, however, had other plans, as I left some equipment at home and had to make a mad dash for it between gigs. The … Continue reading Year 2, Day 218 →

Year 2, Day 212

Miles was distracted as I left for trivia tonight and he wandered away from me as I stepped out the door. As I turned my car around in the street, something caught my eye and I looked back to the front door. Miles was standing there, banging on the glass and grinning from ear to … Continue reading Year 2, Day 212 →

Year 2, Day 148

He may have only recently become comfortable on his feet, but Miles is already steering his elephant with uncanny precision. He makes hairpin turns, squeaking past most corners with just enough space to avoid running into the wall, backs up when needed, and parks nicely too. In short, he's already a better driver than his mother.* … Continue reading Year 2, Day 148 →

Year 2, Day 126

We were fortunate to have a smooth, uneventful trip to Boston last week, but this morning's return flight was always bound to be more arduous. First, we were leaving the morning after the wedding. Second, we were staying in Cape Cod and were going to need to drive at least two hours to get to … Continue reading Year 2, Day 126 →

Year 2, Day 88

Miles has now reached a height that he can crane his neck and peer at me from his car seat. This is a source of seemingly endless amusement for him, as I'll call out for him then watch* as he maneuvers so his eyes can peek out over the top of the seat. His eyes … Continue reading Year 2, Day 88 →

Day 321

I mentioned this briefly in a previous post, but our car, feared lost forever, was recovered by the Rochester Police. The good-ish news is that Miles's stuff is still inside it. The bad news, of course, is that the car is still in Rochester. So this weekend I've taken a flight back to New York … Continue reading Day 321 →

Day 250

It's interesting seeing the little tics and tendencies Miles picks up as he becomes increasingly aware of his environment and routines. One of my favorite recurring behaviors happens every single morning when I put Miles in his car seat. The second his butt hits the seat, before I can even get his strapped in, Miles … Continue reading Day 250 →

Day 62

Yesterday I talked a little about the growing variety of Miles's cries. While full-on crying only really happens in one of those three circumstances (for now...), we have noticed that certain situations compel him to voice at least minor distaste in the form of fussing. The most consistent of these thus far has proven to … Continue reading Day 62 →