Year 5, Day 316

Having acquired a bunch of rudimentary (read: toy) cooking supplies for Christmas, Miles has begun insisting on cooking for us. On the one hand, I applaud his enthusiasm for it. On the other, I like my house and am in no hurry to see it engulfed in flames. So, with some sly support (which he … Continue reading Year 5, Day 316 →

Year 4, Day 85

This is the face Miles makes at the beginning of almost every meal. To be fair, his food DID come out last.