Miles went all-in on ice cream this year for Christmas. While he asked Santa for "an ice cream truck," he received not only a small toy truck, but a play ice cream shop counter, an actual ice cream maker, and a play ice cream cart, which I've admittedly been putting off building for a few … Continue reading Year 4, Day 323
Miles's request to play with his Christmas Play-Doh started small enough -- he only asked me to open one container of the six he received -- but of course he slowly asked for more and more. And, as all small boys must, he took the logical next step of mashing them all together into a … Continue reading Year 4, Day 304
In an effort to ensure that Santa remembers precisely what Miles wants, we filled out a wish list chalkboard this evening. NOTE: we may have taken some liberty with the "Nice" rating. Once again, Miles used one of his Christmas wishes in an effort to plague me with Cocomelon merchandise.
Miles serves Jaclyn at his makeshift diner counter. Yes, he set this up as soon as he woke up.
"Oh no! The train's out of control!!!" Miles yelled from the living room. It'll be a miracle if our decorations make it through the holidays. "...there were no survivors."
We got some...prizes in at work this week for the...kids. Anyone, one in particular felt like it had some potential for use at home. Yes, the words on the right side are "Extra" and "Chunky." I brought some home this weekend and bided my time, looking for the perfect moment to enact my plan -- … Continue reading Year 4, Day 233
I don't know what this is, but it feels threatening.
Dear God, why did I voluntarily introduce this child to slime??? That look in his eyes... I've made a huge mistake.
I'll be waiting forever for the "easy" part of parenting a toddler to show up, but nothing on any given day is harder than getting out of the house on a weekday. Miles never wants to wake up (that makes two of us, buddy), never wants to get dressed, never wants to brush his teeth...he … Continue reading Year 4, Day 159
Amidst the frenetic happenings of last weekend, Miles came into possession some of his uncle's old Star Wars action figures.* I was unprepared, perhaps foolishly so, for just how into them he was going to be. For instance, he insisted on sleeping with several of them. Given the blanket, it seems appropriate. * He has … Continue reading Year 4, Day 124