Year 5, Day 357

Regular readers know I lost my coveted reading room last week after I had to fill it with all of Miles's toys. With that nightmare over, I was finally able to kick back, grab a new comic book, and -- GAH! WTF?! No, this wasn't inadvertently left behind when I returned everything to Miles's room. … Continue reading Year 5, Day 357 →

Year 5, Day 165

For Miles's latest strategy in his ongoing quest to avoid eating his dinner, having determined that whining and screaming aren't means to his preferred end, he's opting for a surplus of enthusiasm and kindness. "Oh this so yummy you gotta try it," he'll say, sans punctuation and with no room to breathe, much less for … Continue reading Year 5, Day 165 →

Year 4, Day 256

Once she had finally coaxed Miles into the bathtub tonight, Jaclyn gave him a few minutes to play. We were in the bedroom folding laundry when, mere minutes later, Miles darted out of the bathroom, wet and butt-ass naked. "Miles!" Jaclyn yelled. "What are you doing??" "I'm done from the bath!" he announced, a trail … Continue reading Year 4, Day 256 →

Year 4, Day 224

For some reason (not that he needs one), Miles insisted on bringing a small container of hand sanitizer in the car with him this morning. After we arrived at daycare, the bottle was no longer in his hand or the cup holders on his car seat. I scanned the backseat to no avail. "Miles," I … Continue reading Year 4, Day 224 →

Year 4, Day 77

With a gas crisis striking the East Coast this week, Jaclyn and I are trying to pare down the amount of driving we have to do, which is only relevant because it resulted in me being the one to pick Miles up after daycare yesterday, an occasion upon which I was delivered some unexpectedly clandestine … Continue reading Year 4, Day 77 →

Year 3, Day 213

"Mommy, I'm thirsty!" Seconds after we open the refrigerator door: He's a wily one, this kid.