Well, it's official -- Miles has determined the roles Jaclyn and I play in his life and has started demanding we each fulfill those roles and ONLY those roles. Jaclyn is the provider. She feeds him. She puts him to bed. She bathes him. If I attempt to intervene and take any part of this … Continue reading Year 2, Day 135
Our Fourth of July was a pretty quiet affair this year (save for the neighbors launching tiny missiles into the heavens throughout the evening), but we still went up the street for a drink at Blue Blaze Brewing. First sign that you're visiting the bar too much? The bartender knows what you want before you … Continue reading Year 2, Day 129
DAYCARE: "We put some crackers in Miles's bag." ME: "Sounds good!" ALSO ME: Promptly forgets about the crackers.
How much does Miles love cottage cheese? Like Pooh Bear loves honey, that's how much.
A baby tries a lemon wedge for the first time, in three photographs.
I filled in for a trivia show tonight and, sadly, missed another important touchstone in Miles's development as a human being -- he has now tried french fries. And by all accounts, he loves them.
This morning as we were getting in the car to head out for the day, Miles became extremely grumpy and agitated. I asked him what was wrong, and he started pointing at the lawn. Specifically, he was pointing at a flower in the admittedly overgrown weeds/grass. Once I realized what he was asking for, I … Continue reading Year 2, Day 77