Year 4, Day 97

I arrived home last night to find the following sight awaiting me in my bed. Yeah, no WAY am I sleeping well tonight.

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 355

Someone may have managed to nab some chocolate at an hour that was dubiously close to "breakfast time" today. Taking full advantage of a holiday and his parents' waning willpower on a rainy weekend spent inside. What a stinker!

Year 3, Day 195

Pictured: the smirk of a child who just successfully forced his mother to chase him all over the place as she tried to clean his poopy butt. He's a stinker in more ways than one.