We traveled to Raleigh to visit my brother and sister-in-law this weekend, and while Miles was excited to see them, what he was really interested in was seeing their cat. Unfortunately (for Miles, not the cat), we arrived last night to find that their power was out. It didn't really stop him from LOOKING for … Continue reading Year 5, Day 113
One of the low-key best parts of my job is selecting tchotchkes and crap to go into our prize boxes at work. If you've ever stepped foot inside a pediatric dentist's office, you know exactly the sort of junk I'm talking about -- small, poorly painted, 75% slime and bouncy balls. Well last year I … Continue reading Year 5, Day 81
Where does the time go? Somehow, it's been four whole years since Miles was born. I wouldn't believe it if it weren't for both the conversations I'm capable of having with him now and my body's rate of deterioration (NOTE: I made it through a good 38 years of my life before "feeling my age"; … Continue reading Year 4, Day 365
"Poop is my deal." - Miles (for the benefit of anyone who wasn't already aware of this)
I was in an adjacent room while Miles was using the potty today. About two minutes in, he called out, "Dad! Let me show you this!" I was relieved because this likely meant that he had finally gone poop for the day. However, I was understandably less than eager to go in and look at … Continue reading Year 4, Day 233
Ever disagreeable about even making an attempt to use the potty, I sat with Miles joking and playing as he did his business. As he stood afterwards, I was honestly shocked at what this child -- who had INSISTED that he hadn't even needed to use the potty -- had left sitting in the basin. … Continue reading Year 4, Day 22
Miles was not happy on the way to daycare this morning, wailing and screaming about every misgiving he had encountered in the 20 minutes since he had woken up (there were many). In my last-ditch effort to calm him, I turned to humor and the two things he loves talking about the most right now: … Continue reading Year 4, Day 21
Miles has once again produced a turd worthy of bestowing a name upon. As he sat there on the potty, he said, "The Giant's comin'." 19) The Giant Imagine a half-pound, all-beef patty, simmering in its own juices for hours before plopping down in a perfectly round, flattened mass before you. Now imagine the beef … Continue reading Year 3, Day 318: Poop Update 14!
Maybe it was something we both ate, but Miles and I both had some bathroom-related challenges this evening. What made Miles's particularly challenging is that, five minutes after being asked if he needed to use the potty, Miles had an accident in his britches. Once I had liberated him from the soiled clothes and plopped … Continue reading Year 3, Day 248
Pictured: the smirk of a child who just successfully forced his mother to chase him all over the place as she tried to clean his poopy butt. He's a stinker in more ways than one.