Year 5, Day 16

We live in a new development with very few fully-grown trees, so when it's breezy outside, our neighborhood can experience Jim Cantore-level gusts, as the homes create a system of wind tunnels that sends gales whistling and twisting past houses. "Daddy will take you outside to fly your kite," Jaclyn decreed this weekend while we … Continue reading Year 5, Day 16 →

Year 5, Day 5

"Hey look! I found a stick!" The stick:

Year 4, Day 331

Last night, upon being told it was once again snowing outside, Miles quickly decided that merely looking through the window was insufficient. You'll notice he at least had the good sense to put shoes -- his MOTHER'S shoes -- on before attempting to leave the house.

Year 4, Day 325

An honest to God winter storm was due to hit the Carolinas this weekend, and overnight it managed to dump enough snow on us that everything outside was blanketed in white. I awoke to the sound of Miles's voice as he peered out through the blinds in our bedroom. "Daddy," he said, sweet as could … Continue reading Year 4, Day 325 →

Year 4, Day 275

Grammy, Papa, and Uncle Ben headed home today, but before they left, Grammy was determined to have Miles show her around the neighborhood playground. It was a request he fulfilled with zeal and éclat. While also evidently filming a hip-hop video. On the playground, Miles was able to demonstrate just how active and versatile he … Continue reading Year 4, Day 275 →

Year 4, Day 220

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 220 →

Year 4, Day 73

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!

Year 4, Day 29

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.

Year 4, Day 23

"No Dad! Your stick is a trumpet and mine is a guitar! No...give me yours! I want 'em both!"

Year 3, Day 363

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?