It's hard to explain death to a child. Miles is still figuring out what it means to exist; trying to rationalize ceasing to exist is impossible (not that it's much easier for adults, in all fairness). But this is where we've found ourselves this week, as Miles's Papa passed away this morning. Jaclyn left early … Continue reading Year 4, Day 83
Our slow motion move into the new house has unearthed a few objects from Miles's past, ones that he hasn't quite figured out that he's a little too big for now. "I can get a new swing at the new house," was Miles's ultimate concession.
As we were leaving the house this morning, Miles insisted on multiple hugs and kisses from Mommy on his way out the door (Mommy was happy to comply). I held his hand as we walked down the steps. "She's a good Mommy, isn't she?" I asked. "Yeah," Miles said. "And you a good Daddy, too." … Continue reading Year 3, Day 323
"Mommy! I need five dollars!" - Miles, upon waking up this morning
Some families chart the growth of children with notch marks on the wall. We just stand the kid next to the trash can.
Over the weekend, Miles and I were looking at some pictures from just after he was born. "Who's that?" I'd ask, showing him a photo of a tiny newborn curled up in a bassinet. "Baby Miles," he'd reply.The most striking thing about the contrast between then and now is just how much Miles has grown … Continue reading Year 3, Day 6
Two going on eighteen.
I'm not sure where the line between sincerity and instinct lies for small children. It's obvious that early in Miles's life, he learned to cling to Jaclyn and I because he recognized on a base level that we were his caretakers. As he's grown, his hugs have seemed to become more intentional, based on affection … Continue reading Year 2, Day 183
OMG. YOU GUYS. TODAY MILES GAVE ME A KISS ON THE CHEEK. THIS SWEET KID IS THE GREATEST.
For much of the first half of this week, I was preoccupied with a variety of things (work, movies, podcasting, etc). Yesterday, I ended up bedridden, likely having come down with the same bug that benched our babysitter a couple nights ago. Given all of this, I feel like I've barely seen Miles at all … Continue reading Year 2, Day 61