Year 4, Day 48

We are doing our best to set the expectation for Family Dinner TimeTM in the new house, where we all sit down when dinner is served (it's a work in progress for Miles), eat when food is served (also a work in progress), and chat about our days (talking? NOT a problem for Miles). Miles … Continue reading Year 4, Day 48 →

Year 4, Day 46

As a part-time trivia host, I tend to delight in asking questions of people about minutiae. Lately, I've found that the apple has not fallen far from the tree in this respect. As he's learned more and more, whether at daycare or while watching TV, Miles has started to demonstrate a love for trivia of … Continue reading Year 4, Day 46 →

Year 4, Day 41

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 41 →

Year 4, Day 33

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 33 →

Year 4, Day 30

"Look!" Miles said, examining his shadows. "Those are my three guys!"

Year 4, Day 24

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."

Year 4, Day 18

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 →

Year 4, Day 12

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 →

Year 3, Day 351

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 →

Year 3, Day 347

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!"