As Miles was falling asleep last night, we engaged in some of our usual, light bedtime banter. "I don't want to die," he said without pretext. "And I don't want you to die and I don't want Mommy to die. Just stay every day forever." "Well," I started, wanting to make things a bit less … Continue reading Year 5, Day 325
We ordered a travel car seat for our upcoming vacation, and Miles made short work of repurposing the box it came in, turning it into a rocket. Or a "rocckoket," as it were.
Miles was a little dismayed to learn that we weren't going directly home after German school today, but once I explained what we were doing instead he was much more amenable. "We've got an appointment," I said. "At the doctor?" he groaned. "No," I clarified. "Actually, we have an appointment to get you a passport." … Continue reading Year 5, Day 15
Taking a cue from Jeff Bezos, Miles and I headed to the park today to attempt our own suborbital rocket launch. WE HAVE LIFTOFF Sadly, this rocket only went about twenty feet high. But a launch is a launch, right?