This morning, Jaclyn called while I was on the way in to work. She had been watering her plants when a wasp emerged and stung her hand. The pain was intense, but she drugged herself up and took a half day at work. When I picked Miles up from daycare, I said, "Do you know … Continue reading Year 3, Day 146
First thing this morning, Miles had a doctor's appointment to remove the stitches he received after his fall over the weekend. He was thrilled to hear about this when he woke up. "I no wanna go see a doctor!" he complained. While Jaclyn was with him in the hospital on Friday night, it fell upon … Continue reading Year 3, Day 107
When Miles merrily emerged from daycare this afternoon, I immediately noticed something was missing. His teacher preempted the question I was about to ask. "We tried to get Miles to wear his Band-Aid, but he just kept taking it off," she said, referring to the bandage that we've been keeping over his lip. "Miles!" I … Continue reading Year 3, Day 105
Miles isn't a fan of boo-boos or Band-Aids. Sometimes to get your kid to comply, you have to lead by example.
Last night around 9:30, we were doing our best to get Miles calmed down and ready for bed. Miles, on the other hand, was bouncing on the couch while singing, "Five Little Monkeys" at the top of his lungs ("I think he missed the point of that song," Jaclyn has observed during similar episodes). "Watch … Continue reading Year 3, Day 102
Last night, I experienced a parental rite of passage -- I stepped, HARD, on one of Miles's toys for the first time. And let me tell you, I almost wish it had been a nail instead. I bellowed immediately on realizing my folly, limping over to the dinner table muttering every expletive one could think … Continue reading Day 344