Year 4, Day 173

It takes approximately nine and a half hours to drive from our home to Princeton, NJ. At least that's what Google Maps says, but it's worth noting that they don't have an "adjust time for toddler" button. If they did, that number would swell to somewhere around 15 hours. Spending hours on end confined to … Continue reading Year 4, Day 173 →

Year 4, Day 41

Tonight during dinner Miles proclaimed, "It's potty time!" As Jaclyn jumped up to assist him, he said, "No! I can do all myself!" He darted over to the bathroom. Although Jaclyn had returned to her seat, I still suggested we should assist. Jaclyn stopped me and said, "No, let him go. He'll ask for help … Continue reading Year 4, Day 41 →

Year 4, Day 22

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 →

Year 4, Day 21

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 →

Year 3, Day 325

Jaclyn shuffled Miles into the house tonight following a small pee-pee accident in the car. His pants and underwear wet, we coordinated quick transport to the bathroom to get him cleaned up. After finally getting him seated on his potty, I wrestled his shoes off, then his pants. "Here's the pants," I said, handing them … Continue reading Year 3, Day 325 →

Year 3, Day 318: Poop Update 14!

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! →

Year 3, Day 293

This evening, during his typical witching hour, Miles took a break from his hyperactive tear around the house and said, "I need to go potty." It was an impressively lucid moment at a time of day when even the suggestion that Miles go to the bathroom is usually met with an emphatic, and loud, refusal. … Continue reading Year 3, Day 293 →

Year 3, Day 251

After I got Miles out of bed this morning, I ducked into the bathroom while he occupied himself in the living room. While I was in there doing by business, one of Miles's bath toys -- a bucket that had been affixed to the bathtub wall with a suction cup -- suddenly came loose and … Continue reading Year 3, Day 251 →

Year 3, Day 248

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 →