After stomping his first Goomba by himself in Super Mario Bros. 3: "I got this game!" He's just taken his first step (stomp?) into a larger world.
Given Miles's affinity for a certain song about heavily processed meats, I told him this weekend would bring with it a special Sunday breakfast. Much to Jaclyn's chagrin, I prepared some Spam this morning. I made OTHER things too. I wasn't just going to leave Jaclyn in the lurch. Miles recalled lyrics from the "Weird … Continue reading Year 4, Day 51
As he bounced around in our bed this morning, Miles suddenly recoiled from me, "Ugh! It smell bad!" "What smells bad?" Jaclyn asked. "Daddy smell bad!" Miles replied. Assuming he was talking about my breath, I did that thing where you try to cover your mouth with a hand and breathe out to verify your … Continue reading Year 3, Day 320
When I asked Miles what he was building with all of these boxes, he replied, "My drums." The Young Neil Peart Adventures
I'm not sure I prefer living in a house to living in an apartment, but I sure am glad this kid has a yard to run around in.
Testing the limits of how far away from us we'll let him walk during brunch this morning.
The best Sunday mornings are ones where I'm able to relax a bit while Miles crawls around, exploring the house and finding toys to play with. There are points during these mornings, however, where a parent suddenly realizes things are too quiet. This typically happens in the midst of a protracted period of silence and … Continue reading Year 2, Day 90
Sunday morning music selection. I think Miles just liked the picture.