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
Tag: fist
Day 193
Miles's dexterity continues to develop, as he slowly becomes more aware of his fingers and the potential housed within them. Case in point: tonight he started figuring out how to deliberately make a fist, then punch his opposing palm with it. You know, like one'a them tough guys.
