GOOD: Miles has learned how to play "Rock Paper Scissors." QUESTIONABLE: He believes "Bunny Rabbit" is an option.
Miles has taken his love of solving mysteries to the next level. Fortunately, our friend Renee was willing to indulge our burgeoning sleuth. "Daddy, in the kitchen, with the banana."
For reasons I can't explain, "Throw Bean Bags Under Dad's Office Door Then Wait for Him to Find Them" became Miles's favorite game this evening. https://videopress.com/v/0wIvHlWw?preloadContent=metadata
Me: "Miles! What did you do in here?!" Miles: "I made a trap."
As we drove home from daycare today, Miles exclaimed from the backseat, "Daddy! Guess what?" "What??" I asked with playful exaggeration. "THE FLOOR IS LAVA!!!"
Miles isn't great at video games yet, but he has discovered that there are certain areas on Super Mario Bros. 2 where he can "split the character" between both ends of the screen, a detail he found endlessly amusing. A reminder that success in video games is, at times, subjective.
Miles and I played a spirited game of hide & seek this evening. He's getting pretty good at the "seek" half of it , at least.
As I've mentioned previously, Miles loves mysteries. After he had a rough morning getting out of the house, I tried to cheer him up by tapping into this interest on the ride to daycare. "Look!" Miles exclaimed as he does almost every morning. "It's the football stadium!" "You found it!" I said. "You solved the … Continue reading Year 3, Day 266
With the looming risk of COVID infection being far scarier than the ghouls and beasts typical of the season, we opted not to take Miles trick-or-treating for Halloween this year. Instead, we threw a fairly exclusive party for Miles and some of his closest friends. Even though the party had a limited guest list, Miles … Continue reading Year 3, Day 249
Tonight was...not great. Mommy had work to be doing, daddy just wanted to finish his dinner, and Miles was trapped in that hellish point in the day where he's too tired to stay up but too unwilling to go to sleep, resulting in crying fits where nothing we did, regardless of how explicitly we conformed … Continue reading Year 3, Day 244