Miles was watching a Halloween episode of Arthur* this evening as Jaclyn sat nearby, working on her computer and enveloped in work until she heard a sudden THUD from behind the couch. She hurried over to find Miles huddled on the ground with his head against the floor after evidently diving behind the furniture. "Miles!" … Continue reading Year 4, Day 222
Getting Miles out the door in the morning is always an adventure. Most times I'm able to stay somewhat removed from that chaos, as I'm typically showering and getting dressed at the same time. I might hear Miles's screams and Jaclyn's plaintive, exasperated requests through the walls, but I've got to get myself presentable before … Continue reading Year 4, Day 221
While we were staying with Jaclyn's aunt, the doorstop for the bedroom door in the guest house quickly went missing. While we pondered the object's fate for the duration of our stay, I assumed Miles must've gotten it mixed up with the toys he was playing with. Well, guess what we found after unpacking his … Continue reading Year 4, Day 173
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.
Miles around 7:00 PM, finishing a post-dinner snack: "Oh Dad-dee! One Teddy Graham is hi-ding!" Me, an hour later, while cleaning up: Well I don't know what I expected...
Miles and I played a spirited game of hide & seek this evening. He's getting pretty good at the "seek" half of it , at least.
Jaclyn had to leave for field work early this morning, which I was left to explain to Miles when it came time to wake him up. He was mercifully in a pretty chipper mood and seemed to take the news in stride as we went about our morning. Still, I couldn't help but notice his … Continue reading Year 3, Day 261
This morning, Miles snatched my comb off of the bathroom counter and darted off with it. Tonight I found his carefully chosen hiding place for it. That's it under the vacuum cleaner.
I wasn't emptying the dishwasher this evening when Miles dashed into the kitchen. Instead of trying to "help" me with dishes, he burrowed himself into one of his favorite hiding places behind the recycling bin. "What are you doing, buddy?" I asked. "I hidin'," he replied. "From what?" "Bikers." "You're hiding from bikers?" "Yeah." "Where … Continue reading Year 3, Day 185
This evening, Miles suddenly vanished. Typically, his "hiding" involves lots of giggling and the occasional, "I'm over here!", but this time he didn't respond to calls from either of us and I honestly had no idea where he had gone. Eventually I poked my head into our bedroom closet, where I found this: