Year 5, Day 339

We instituted another new reward system for Miles this week, giving him the chance to earn redeemable tokens for good behavior and general compliance. Tokens can be redeemed for prizes that Miles himself had a hand in picking out, so we hoped buy-in would be easier. What I don't think either of us expected was … Continue reading Year 5, Day 339 →

Year 4, Day 232

Despite his limited experience and minimal years of existence, here and there I try to grant Miles a bit of the autonomy he so emphatically desires (and is so clearly not ready for). The most frequent opportunity for Miles to forge his own destiny comes from his wardrobe selection. Now, there's a limit to what … Continue reading Year 4, Day 232 →

Year 4, Day 222

Getting Miles out the door in the morning is always an adventure. Most times I'm able to stay somewhat removed from that chaos, as I'm typically showering and getting dressed at the same time. I might hear Miles's screams and Jaclyn's plaintive, exasperated requests through the walls, but I've got to get myself presentable before … Continue reading Year 4, Day 222 →

Year 3, Day 220

Getting out of the house in the morning is, at best, a complete fiasco. Just as I was ready to leave today, I looked down at the bench and realized something was missing. "Where are my socks?" I asked frantically. Miles rounded the corner from the kitchen and beckoned me to follow. He walked all … Continue reading Year 3, Day 220 →

Year 3, Day 204

Two-thirds of the people living in our house absolutely HATE getting out of bed in the morning. Jaclyn's felt more tired than usual lately, which means that we're much closer to 100% at this point and that getting out the door for work in the morning has started to turn into a mad rush. Considering … Continue reading Year 3, Day 204 →

Year 3, Day 93

Convincing Miles to get dressed can be a real challenge. Sometimes, however, he's more than willing to put clothes on. They aren't always his clothes, though...

Year 3, Day 90

I was trying to get Miles to put his pants on this morning. We were going to spend Memorial Day with Aunt Andrea and Uncle Scott, as well as (and I figured this would get Miles good and excited) their dog, Pickles. Despite the promise of doggy time, Miles was screaming and disagreeable throughout my … Continue reading Year 3, Day 90 →