Our third day in the new house, and Miles has figured out how to lock his door. He beckoned us to come to his room this morning, and I arrived at his door to find the knob immovable. I tried to turn it a couple times, as one does, to no avail. "Miles" I said. … Continue reading Year 4, Day 32
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.
Miles has taken his love of solving mysteries to the next level. Fortunately, our friend Renee was willing to indulge our burgeoning sleuth. "Daddy, in the kitchen, with the banana."
"No Dad! Your stick is a trumpet and mine is a guitar! No...give me yours! I want 'em both!"
There are some days that Miles goes without a nap and then, right around dinner time, he staggers over to the couch and does this: Our response is unified and immediate: "Oh NO you don't! You're not taking a nap NOW!"
Pick a random time during the day and ask Miles what he wants to do. The answer you get will almost definitely be, "I wanna build a tower." Note the hands emphasizing the sheer scale of it. Miles has taken this hobby beyond obvious block-based construction. Put enough random objects in front of him and … Continue reading Year 3, Day 364
Every time Miles wants to have a stick fight, he always graciously finds stinks 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.
Me: "Miles! What did you do in here?!" Miles: "I made a trap."