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
We met up with Jaclyn's aunt tonight, and perhaps no one was more excited about our after-dinner ice cream trip than Miles.
I walked into daycare this afternoon, as usual, with a feeling of intense excitement. No matter what sort of day I've had, seeing Miles at the end of the day will erase any stress and replace it with unbridled joy. Our eyes met, I smiled, and Miles pointed. "Mommy!" he said. "Uh, no," I replied. … Continue reading Year 2, Day 324
Before we headed off to visit our respective families for the holiday, we took a few minutes to let Miles ransack and pillage his Christmas stocking. After insisting for several minutes that he'd rather have my stocking (despite my insistence that this would prove FAR more boring than his), Miles finally opened his own and … Continue reading Year 2, Day 302
I don't think this necessarily applies exclusively to small children -- there's often not a lot of rhyme or reason in the things we individually find delight in. Often, the why or how isn't as important as the fact that, for whatever reason, we're experiencing joy. Still, watching a child grow and develop, one can't … Continue reading Year 2, Day 253
This weekend, Miles came home from his grocery store trip with a pair of Elmo slippers. He was...excited about these. He didn't want to take the slippers off for bed last night, which I allowed, but he was EXTREMELY incensed to discover he couldn't wear them to school this morning. When it was time to … Continue reading Year 2, Day 245
Sometimes Miles, like Liz Lemon, just needs some night cheese.
Miles looked through the glass door and saw his babysitter approaching just after we arrived home tonight. He immediately did this: And yet, the second she mentioned going outside to look for birds, Miles embraced her, turned back to me, and said, "Bye-bye!" with a dismissive wave. Talk about mixed signals.
As a follow up to last week's post about Miles's Top Summer Jams, here's an example of Miles arbitrarily deciding when the "ABCs" are finished.
In which Miles is inspired by a cardboard paper towel roll to sing a song about dad...