Getting Miles out the door in the morning is always an adventure. Most times I'm able to stay somewhat removed from that chaos, as I'm typically showering and getting dressed at the same time. I might hear Miles's screams and Jaclyn's plaintive, exasperated requests through the walls, but I've got to get myself presentable before … Continue reading Year 4, Day 221
Tonight, Miles walked into the kitchen, yelled, "Mickey Mouse!", pulled his underwear off, then tore ass all over the house butt-naked.That's it. That's the whole post.