As we were getting our stuff together to leave the house this morning, Miles noticed a book sitting next to him on the bench near the front door. He immediately reached for it. "That's daddy's book," Jaclyn said as she tried to wrangle him and finish pulling his jacket on. "No, mine," Miles said. I … Continue reading Year 3, Day 9
This morning before we left for daycare, Miles took the liberty of preparing breakfast. Yes, that is the top bun from a burger sitting on top of a pizza, but it's the thought that counts.
On a good morning, it takes me considerable time to wake up. My corporeal form may rise from my bed and begin gadding about at 8:00, but it is fueled not by conscious thought but rather involuntary muscle movements and instinct. I don't actually achieve consciousness some time after that. I bring this up because … Continue reading Year 2, Day 341
I remember a time, as a small child in elementary school, when my dad dropped me off in his Toyota station wagon (a car he would end up holding onto long enough that it eventually earned the nickname "The Sludgemobile," but that's another story). We pulled up to the school, and my nose was running … Continue reading Year 2, Day 336
This morning as we were getting ready to leave the house, Miles said a word I haven't heard him say before. "Are you ready to go to school?" I asked. "Fen," he replied. "Fen?" I repeated. "Lessi." "What?" "Daya." I still couldn't quite understand what he was saying, but fortunately Jaclyn intervened. "He's talking about … Continue reading Year 2, Day 331
I woke up this morning to the sound of Jaclyn telling me she was going to the gym (it was 5:30 AM). Despite being barely conscious, I still recognized how absolutely insane it is to get up for ANYTHING that early in the morning but hey, you do you, Jaclyn. I woke up AGAIN to … Continue reading Year 2, Day 326
Typically, when Miles wakes up in the morning, he'll start requesting to watch something on TV. "Elmo." "Daniel." "Mickey!" These are common requests. But today he indicated that he wanted to watch something different. "What do you want to watch?" Jaclyn asked him. "Uh-fuhbuhl!" he replied, pointing at the TV. Yes, only now, at the … Continue reading Year 2, Day 320