Today was a day I didn't even know I needed to dread yet, as I assumed it was still at least three or four years away. Miles, in all earnestness, requested his own cell phone. "I want to get a real phone so I can talk to somebody," he said, unsolicited, as we pulled up … Continue reading Year 4, Day 314
Because I didn't post this the other day, Miles has completed his transformation into a diligent consumer: Why do I feel like we're going to end up with WAY more cottage cheese than we really need?
Last weekend, Miles was invited to a birthday party for his buddy Chase from daycare. While I wasn't able to join Jaclyn and Miles, Jaclyn did tell me that when Miles arrived, he was introduced by Chase's mom thusly: "This is Chase's best friend!" Maybe it's because I really only see Miles at home, where … Continue reading Year 4, Day 139
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.