Year 5, Day 317

I finally felt well enough today to set about dismantling Christmas, a task I dislike enough to regularly question how badly I want to set everything up to begin with. It took a couple hours, but once the tree was undecorated and out of the living room, I could finally relax again. Everything was once … Continue reading Year 5, Day 317 →

Year 5, Day 210

As suggested by yesterday's post, being home sick can really turn an already behaviorally-challenged child into an unruly mess of humanity. By dinnertime last night, Miles's failure to listen warranted being sent to his room for time-out. After several minutes (long enough for us, at least, to eat in peace), we went back to Miles's … Continue reading Year 5, Day 210 →

Year 4, Day 272

Miles always loves receiving mail from Taylor Swift. Always a trail of paper stars left in his wake.

Year 4, Day 252

"Daddy! I cleaned up my room! Go see!" The reality: He ALWAYS thinks pulling this sort of thing is hilarious.

Year 4, Day 234

We got some...prizes in at work this week for the...kids. Anyone, one in particular felt like it had some potential for use at home. Yes, the words on the right side are "Extra" and "Chunky." I brought some home this weekend and bided my time, looking for the perfect moment to enact my plan -- … Continue reading Year 4, Day 234 →

Year 4, Day 217

TWO forks and this kid STILL eats his spaghetti with his fingers...

Year 4, Day 185

There's virtually no way to keep a kid clean when he's eating ice cream, but why oh why do we let him have it in a cone? Because it's fun, that's why.

Year 4, Day 16

"Diaper on the head" is about where we're all at currently:

Year 3, Day 348

Me: "Miles! What did you do in here?!" Miles: "I made a trap."

Year 3, Day 293

This evening, during his typical witching hour, Miles took a break from his hyperactive tear around the house and said, "I need to go potty." It was an impressively lucid moment at a time of day when even the suggestion that Miles go to the bathroom is usually met with an emphatic, and loud, refusal. … Continue reading Year 3, Day 293 →