Miles doesn't voluntarily pose for pictures often, but when he does he insists on holding weird props. Whatever it takes to get a good photo, kid!
Me: "Miles, are you ready to leave for daycare?" Miles: Yes, those are gloves on his feet.
Miles repeatedly threw his sock under the entertainment center today. As soon as I'd fish it out and turn away, I'd hear scampering and laughing, then sure enough, the sock was right back under there.
"Oh DAD-DEE! I'm a GIRL NOW!!!"
Miles has discovered a love of Nutella (his love of acting like a hambone is, of course, already well-documented).
Jaclyn: "Okay, Miles, I need to hold your hand when we're crossing the street." Miles: "I don't have hands today. Only arms."
Miles shows off his new haircut in the absolute DERPIEST way possible.
A couple of unrelated anecdotes that demonstrate Miles's growing propensity for goofiness: I Miles sneezed this evening. "Bless you!" I said to him. "Yeah! Bless you, me!" he said to himself. II A bit later, Jaclyn retrieved the mail from outside and came in thumbing through it. "Oh, we got an Amazon Catalog!" she said, … Continue reading Year 3, Day 233
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