Year 5, Day 210

As suggested by yesterday's post, being home sick can really turn an already behaviorally-challenged child into an unruly mess of humanity. By dinnertime last night, Miles's failure to listen warranted being sent to his room for time-out. After several minutes (long enough for us, at least, to eat in peace), we went back to Miles's … Continue reading Year 5, Day 210 →

Year 4, Day 359

As noted in yesterday's post, Miles has been struggling this week with misbehaving during the school day and finding himself sent to time-out. We get reports daily, and as this week has progressed we've felt more and more dejected each afternoon. Now, fortunately, Miles is pretty good about letting us honestly know how his day … Continue reading Year 4, Day 359 →

Year 4, Day 358

Miles went to time out tonight (one of SEVERAL such instances today, but that's another story), and when it came time to release him I went upstairs and opened his door. "Hey!" he immediately shouted at me. "I'm in a MEETING!" The meeting in question. I apologized for interrupting then backed out of the room. … Continue reading Year 4, Day 358 →

Year 4, Day 271

"Go get me juice or I'm gonna put you in time out. Those are your options." - Miles Martin

Year 4, Day 214

Since he learned to string words together, Miles has managed to cycle through quite a few catchphrases. Favorites have included: "I can do it all myself!" "It's not very good!" "Hey, I gotta tell you somethin'!" And now, Miles has another catchphrase to add to his repertoire: "I wanna listen! I wanna listen!" As you … Continue reading Year 4, Day 214 →

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 212

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 →

Year 2, Day 230

In an effort to replicate his daycare experience at home, Jaclyn acquired a small table and chairs for Miles to use. This morning, he dragged one of the chairs across the house and instructed me to sit.