Three utensils in front of him, and of course my kid opts to eat cottage cheese and couscous with his fingers.
Separated at Birth?
I hadn't been asleep very long last night before I heard Miles start howling over the baby monitor. His night light wasn't turned on, and I assumed that he must've woken up in the pitch black and been a little freaked out. Rather than give him a few minutes to settle back down, I sprang … Continue reading Year 2, Day 350
I remember a time, as a small child in elementary school, when my dad dropped me off in his Toyota station wagon (a car he would end up holding onto long enough that it eventually earned the nickname "The Sludgemobile," but that's another story). We pulled up to the school, and my nose was running … Continue reading Year 2, Day 336
"No!" Miles said defiantly as we pulled up to daycare today. "No what?" I replied. "Because if you're saying no to school, I got news for you..." Despite this suggested misgiving, Miles entered daycare sans further protests. I carried him back to the toddler room then plopped him on the floor. "Come on, Miles!" his … Continue reading Year 2, Day 289
We always encourage Miles to "play nice" and use "nice hands," knowing that as he navigates the early stages of social interaction he may be more inclined to use physicality to express himself rather than words or simple gestures. Well today one of the teachers at Miles's daycare characterized him as a "boxer." Now, he … Continue reading Year 2, Day 254
While I can't claim to understand his reasoning in every case, there are certain items around the house that Miles just refuses to interact with. Sure, sometimes the reason might be pretty obvious, but in many cases he just cowers in fear when faced with common household objects. One (okay, technically two) thing Miles has … Continue reading Year 2, Day 234