Here's a new (maybe racially insensitive? Who knows anymore?) game Miles and I have started playing.
Miles channels his inner Keith Moon/Neal Peart/Animal.
Miles spent most of his 300th day of existence in a car headed to Myrtle Beach for Christmas. It wasn't a terribly exciting drive (save for one event which I'll likely cover tomorrow), so instead of going into detail about how he slept most of the time, here's a highlight video of Miles playing with … Continue reading Day 300
Whether motivated by love and a desire to spend time with his parents or a gradually intensifying thirst for vengeance after being left with his babysitter for the last three nights, Miles decided it would be great for everyone to wake up for two solid hours in the middle of the night. He fussed, he … Continue reading Day 292
"Brian, come out here! See what he's doing!" It's never easy for me to get out of bed, but Jaclyn's enthusiasm this morning all but forced me to rise from my slumber and stagger to the living room to see what, exactly, Miles had managed to accomplish this time. He's been trying to figure out … Continue reading Day 251: Learning to Crawl
Miles woke up a bit fussy last night, so I got up and held him a little before setting him back down in his Pack 'n' Play with some toys. At this point, his crying turned into...well, give it a listen.
Jaclyn had a salon appointment tonight, which didn't sound like a particularly fun way for Miles and me to spend our evening. I clearly underestimated Miles's affinity for plush leather chairs.