Year 5, Day 9

A look at the chaos that Miles introduces to this house every day. No one told him to do anything with this baggie. No one told him to throw it away. No one told him to put something in it. No one told him to put it anywhere in particular. And Miles, of his own … Continue reading Year 5, Day 9 →

Year 4, Day 327

"Hey," I said as I stood from the couch the other day. "Where's my other slipper?" While my left foot had found the appropriate slipper, my right foot, tapping all around the immediate area, could not find its corresponding partner. "Hmm," Miles said. "I think it's in the bathroom." I looked at him, genuinely baffled. … Continue reading Year 4, Day 327 →

Year 4, Day 234

We got some...prizes in at work this week for the...kids. Anyone, one in particular felt like it had some potential for use at home. Yes, the words on the right side are "Extra" and "Chunky." I brought some home this weekend and bided my time, looking for the perfect moment to enact my plan -- … Continue reading Year 4, Day 234 →

Year 4, Day 232

Despite his limited experience and minimal years of existence, here and there I try to grant Miles a bit of the autonomy he so emphatically desires (and is so clearly not ready for). The most frequent opportunity for Miles to forge his own destiny comes from his wardrobe selection. Now, there's a limit to what … Continue reading Year 4, Day 232 →

Year 4, Day 119

I wrote yesterday about Miles's development from a literacy perspective, but the pride I feel about this pales in comparison to how I feel about Miles's timing and commitment when it comes to comedy. We chatted jovially throughout our drive to daycare this morning, leaving no doubt that we were both awake and alert (which, … Continue reading Year 4, Day 119 →

Year 4, Day 33

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 33 →

Year 3, Day 356

For reasons I can't explain, "Throw Bean Bags Under Dad's Office Door Then Wait for Him to Find Them" became Miles's favorite game this evening. https://videopress.com/v/0wIvHlWw?preloadContent=metadata

Year 3, Day 261

Jaclyn had to leave for field work early this morning, which I was left to explain to Miles when it came time to wake him up. He was mercifully in a pretty chipper mood and seemed to take the news in stride as we went about our morning. Still, I couldn't help but notice his … Continue reading Year 3, Day 261 →

Year 3, Day 241

This morning, Miles snatched my comb off of the bathroom counter and darted off with it. Tonight I found his carefully chosen hiding place for it. That's it under the vacuum cleaner.

Year 3, Day 220

Getting out of the house in the morning is, at best, a complete fiasco. Just as I was ready to leave today, I looked down at the bench and realized something was missing. "Where are my socks?" I asked frantically. Miles rounded the corner from the kitchen and beckoned me to follow. He walked all … Continue reading Year 3, Day 220 →