Nothing says "I am tired and ready to go to bed" quite like a gloved four-year-old hauling a punching bag into your bathroom at 9:00 and proceeding to beat the tar out of it. Float like a butterfly, sleep like a...an animal that refuses to sleep.
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
"Hey look! I found a stick!" The stick:
"I don't like football anymore!" Miles proclaimed the morning of Super Bowl LVI. "I like basketball now!" Hours later, while at our friends' place watching The Big GameTM, Miles demonstrated an interest in a different ball-related game. Peg-Your-Friend-in-the-Face Ball, to be specific.
"Look!" he said merrily, demanding my attention. "I made a mountain!" Bad news when, like me, all you want is a drink from the fridge. When is this kid going back to daycare??
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
Miles went all-in on ice cream this year for Christmas. While he asked Santa for "an ice cream truck," he received not only a small toy truck, but a play ice cream shop counter, an actual ice cream maker, and a play ice cream cart, which I've admittedly been putting off building for a few … Continue reading Year 4, Day 324
A couple days ago, I posted about Miles's ill-fated attempts to fashion his own tool belt out of found items. Today, he saw his patience (if not his ingenuity) rewarded, as he received a tool belt of his own in the mail (thanks to mommy for ordering it for him)! Sure, he's happy now, but … Continue reading Year 4, Day 322
While Miles's typical aversion to bedtime involves yelling, roughhousing, and general loopiness, last night he silently sat up well past his bedtime as he meticulously tried to fashion a tool belt (due to his recent obsession with this guy) out of random objects in his room. While I 1) knew he was never going to … Continue reading Year 4, Day 320
There was a knock at the door, and I open it to find Miles declaring, "I'm Batman! This is my cape! And this is my Batmobile! Now can you push me, Daddy?" What was I supposed to say? "No?"