Year 5, Day 276

One of our newly-instated house rules concerns not entering a room with a closed door without first knocking and being told you can enter. The bathroom is really the primary space we're talking about, of course, and while I appreciate Miles not barging into the actual toilet while I was in there this evening, I … Continue reading Year 5, Day 276 →

Year 4, Day 194

I've felt a bit under the weather the last couple days, spending most of my time in bed. Having been sick himself recently, Miles has been determined to help me feel better (or, as he says, "I'll help feel you better"). One of the first things he did to fulfill that promise was to bring … Continue reading Year 4, Day 194 →

Year 4, Day 63

The child sleeps awkwardly, contorted atop a mass of lumpy, misshapen stuffed animals. No wonder he wakes up grumpy every morning.

Year 4, Day 60

As we started up the stairs to go to bed tonight, Miles turned to me and held his finger to his mouth. "Shhhhh!" he said. "We have to be quiet! The baby's sleeping!" And just what "baby" was he talking about? Well, this: Yes, Miles elected to put the largest stuffed animal he owns in … Continue reading Year 4, Day 60 →

Year 3, Day 351

As is typical of the 7:00-8:00 hour, Miles was was wired tonight, running roughshod over the house and wanting to do absolutely anything OTHER than eat dinner (or let Dad watch Jeopardy! in peace). After he grabbed his stuffed dragon from his bedroom and promptly threw it across the dinner table, nearly knocking over dishes … Continue reading Year 3, Day 351 →

Year 3, Day 349

At bedtime, Miles once again demonstrated that he is absolutely my son: Mommy: "Now I want you to hold your dragon tight, and if you do I bet he'll take you on a big adventure in your dreams." Miles: "I don't wanna go on a big adventure. I just wanna stay home."

Year 3, Day 348

Me: "Miles! What did you do in here?!" Miles: "I made a trap."

Year 3, Day 332

We may never know what compelled Miles to use every blanket, pillow, and stuffed animal in the house (not to mention his own mammy) to build a massive nest in the living room after daycare this afternoon. I can confirm that it took him over thirty minutes to do it though (during which time he … Continue reading Year 3, Day 332 →

Year 3, Day 232

Miles has come to accept that the first order of business every morning after getting out of bed is to hit the potty. What we've had to learn to accept, meanwhile, is that it's less like a bathroom trip and more like an early morning board meeting. One-by-one, Miles will insist on bringing along all … Continue reading Year 3, Day 232 →

Year 3, Day 176: Sounds of the Night-time VIII

Sometime in the inky blackness of night, I was jostled from my sound sleep by the sound of Miles's voice over the monitor. "Mommy! Mickey fall!" Okay, actually I was jostled from my slumber by Jaclyn's follow-up. "Can you go get him?" I stumbled out of bed and down the hall to Miles's room, waking … Continue reading Year 3, Day 176: Sounds of the Night-time VIII →