Tonight during dinner Miles proclaimed, "It's potty time!" As Jaclyn jumped up to assist him, he said, "No! I can do all myself!" He darted over to the bathroom. Although Jaclyn had returned to her seat, I still suggested we should assist. Jaclyn stopped me and said, "No, let him go. He'll ask for help … Continue reading Year 4, Day 40
Our third day in the new house, and Miles has figured out how to lock his door. He beckoned us to come to his room this morning, and I arrived at his door to find the knob immovable. I tried to turn it a couple times, as one does, to no avail. "Miles" I said. … Continue reading Year 4, Day 32
"Look!" Miles said, examining his shadows. "Those are my three guys!"
Miles has taken his love of solving mysteries to the next level. Fortunately, our friend Renee was willing to indulge our burgeoning sleuth. "Daddy, in the kitchen, with the banana."
While running errands with Mommy this afternoon, Miles thought it would be a good time to start planning for the future. "What's that?" he asked, pointing to a building outside the window. "That's a college," Jaclyn said. "One day when you're grown up and you finish school, you can go off to college and study … Continue reading Year 4, Day 18
There was a Saturday, probably when I was 13 or so, when my mother woke me up in the morning (it was probably about 10:30), said, "Here," and handed me ten bucks. "What is this for?" I asked, groggy but blissfully naive regardless of alertness. "I sold your Thundercats toys at a yard sale," she … Continue reading Year 4, Day 12
As is typical of the 7:00-8:00 hour, Miles was was wired tonight, running roughshod over the house and wanting to do absolutely anything OTHER than eat dinner (or let Dad watch Jeopardy! in peace). After he grabbed his stuffed dragon from his bedroom and promptly threw it across the dinner table, nearly knocking over dishes … Continue reading Year 3, Day 351
Getting Miles to just sit the f*** down and eat is always a struggle, but his excuse tonight was perhaps his best yet: "I don't wanna eat! I just wanna learn this stuff!"
If you're a regular visitor, you've likely noticed that I've spent some time complaining about Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, a children's program Disney produced in the previous decade that looks like a crude animatic and often has plot lines that are absurd to the point that potentially useful messages are muddied in problem solving that has … Continue reading Year 3, Day 217
I came home last night to learn that Miles "had a bad day" at daycare. Before Jaclyn elaborated further, I asked Miles about it. His lips were sealed but, like a dog with its tail preemptively tucked between its legs, his guilt was unmistakeable as he diverted his eyes and eventually made his way to … Continue reading Year 3, Day 212