As old as Miles gets, and as much as he's growing and developing, there's something comforting about knowing that any time we go for a walk, no matter his age, he will eventually stop dead in his tracks and forlornly beg me to "carry him the rest of the way." I did not carry him.
Long ago, in the "Before Times" of 2019, I purchased a ticket to attend Star Wars Celebration in Anaheim. Then COVID happened, and the event got kicked out. Tomorrow, I finally fly out to California for four exhausting and fun days of convention-going. Had this event happened as scheduled back in 2020, Miles would have … Continue reading Year 5, Day 88
I came home last night to learn that Miles "had a bad day" at daycare. Before Jaclyn elaborated further, I asked Miles about it. His lips were sealed but, like a dog with its tail preemptively tucked between its legs, his guilt was unmistakeable as he diverted his eyes and eventually made his way to … Continue reading Year 3, Day 212
Miles was having a rough time getting out of the house this morning. It was one of those days were, no matter what mom or dad suggests, Miles inevitably wants something different. In these moments, we search desperately for something capable of attracting all or Miles's interest. As I opened the front door and tried … Continue reading Year 3, Day 150
Miles looked through the glass door and saw his babysitter approaching just after we arrived home tonight. He immediately did this: And yet, the second she mentioned going outside to look for birds, Miles embraced her, turned back to me, and said, "Bye-bye!" with a dismissive wave. Talk about mixed signals.
Well, what Miles lacked in crying last night he more than made up for this morning, breaking into an uncharacteristic sobbing session on the way to daycare. Normally, Jaclyn passes him to me on my way out the door, we say "Bye mommy," Miles waves, and we're off to the races. Today, upon finding that … Continue reading Year 2, Day 16
Miles has started exhibiting a new behavior this week when I was leaving for trivia in the evenings. Typically, Miles has responded to the discovery that I'm on my way out the door by wailing at the top of his lungs. Last night he looked at me, frowned, slowly clawed his way over to me, … Continue reading Year 2, Day 3