After yesterday's high-stress adventure, we tried to take things a little easier today with a trip to the park. Never one to relax for too long, Miles took a page out of his grandfather's playbook and went squirrel hunting. Albeit with a stick instead of a BB gun. He also reconnected with his old friend … Continue reading Year 4, Day 219
We went out for brunch at a nearby spot (Cafe 100) this morning to celebrate Mother's Day, and despite Miles's tendency towards acting like a fool out in public lately, we actually had a great, relaxing meal! And...yeah...Miles acted like a fool a bit too. But at least we were outside!
Miles insisted on going over to the new house this evening and, after seeing all of his stuff in the garage, also insisted on taking his scooter for a spin.
"No Dad! Your stick is a trumpet and mine is a guitar! No...give me yours! I want 'em both!"
Every time Miles wants to have a stick fight, he always graciously finds sticks for both of us. And yes, mine is always about five inches long vs. his 1-2 foot-long choices. Did I mention he gets two?
The kid's kicking game is coming along nicely.
Just a little dude, getting down on the playground.
On a walk today, Miles grew tired of feeling the wind in his face. So he did what any rational cyclist would.
This child showed up outside my window as I was wrapping up my work day. Clearly, he's up to no good. The beanie, the sticks...he's about to start trouble.
There comes a time in the lives of all young boys when they ask themselves the age-old question: "...but is there a way I can put the bat on the tee?"