Tonight was...not great. Mommy had work to be doing, daddy just wanted to finish his dinner, and Miles was trapped in that hellish point in the day where he's too tired to stay up but too unwilling to go to sleep, resulting in crying fits where nothing we did, regardless of how explicitly we conformed … Continue reading Year 3, Day 244
Miles has started declaring, "Miles funny!" pretty regularly, and while I caution him against being too prideful regarding his comedic gifts, who can argue with this?
Parenthood is one part life-affirming family drama and one part horror movie. Sometimes the line between these two blurs very quickly and terrifyingly. Last night, for instance, after we had gotten home from the Valentine's Dance, I was carrying Miles when he just decided to go in for a big hug. No real reason was … Continue reading Year 2, Day 354
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
Yesterday: Miles truly discovers chocolate. Today:
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.
Miles's new favorite bath time game:
Well, it's official -- Miles has determined the roles Jaclyn and I play in his life and has started demanding we each fulfill those roles and ONLY those roles. Jaclyn is the provider. She feeds him. She puts him to bed. She bathes him. If I attempt to intervene and take any part of this … Continue reading Year 2, Day 135
Separated at birth?
It's ceaselessly entertaining observing Miles interacting with things that, for whatever reason, he's become transfixed by. Sure, he loves birds, balls, balloons, and cottage cheese (?? weirdo...), but one of his more unexpected and, frankly, bizarre interests is in the human belly button. The very first time he saw my belly button, it was like … Continue reading Year 2, Day 85