We all met at the old house after work today to pack up the last few things and say goodbye. I think Miles is starting to understand, in some way, that the new house is "home" now. He did take one last run around the porch (and check out the bird's nest) while we were … Continue reading Year 4, Day 32
Miles's idea of "helping to pack the house up." Yeah, thanks kid.
As I stepped in the door after work tonight, Miles came running over. "Daddy, Daddy!" he called. "I'm packing my stuff!" "That's great, buddy!" I said. "Let me see what you've got so far!" Miles:
DANGER, DANGER. MILES HAS FOUND THE HULK HANDS. I suddenly regret ever having purchased these.
Our slow motion move into the new house has unearthed a few objects from Miles's past, ones that he hasn't quite figured out that he's a little too big for now. "I can get a new swing at the new house," was Miles's ultimate concession.
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
Packed! Time to take this box over to the new house.
Three years ago tomorrow (but only because of a leap year), we welcomed Miles into the world in what was, I think I can say for both of us, the most momentous day of our lives. Today, we celebrated one milestone with another; maybe not quite as monumental as the birth of a child, but … Continue reading Year 3, Day 366
Today, we bid farewell to the apartment we've lived in for four years to move into a house that will provide us with a bit more space to accommodate the ever-growing addition to our lives. Miles will finally have his own room in the new place (which means WE'LL finally get ours back!). Moving with … Continue reading Day 223: Moving Day!