Year 3, Day 251

After I got Miles out of bed this morning, I ducked into the bathroom while he occupied himself in the living room. While I was in there doing by business, one of Miles's bath toys -- a bucket that had been affixed to the bathtub wall with a suction cup -- suddenly came loose and … Continue reading Year 3, Day 251 →

Year 3, Day 245

My buddy Jeff returned from Galaxy's Edge recently bearing gifts, among them a new plush doll of The Child from The Mandalorian. It's already earned a spot on Miles's bed. This morning, Miles was carrying The Child with him as he walked to the kitchen trying to convince Jaclyn to give him a scoop of … Continue reading Year 3, Day 245 →

Year 3, Day 243

"I made a house. This is my house now." - Miles

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 229

I returned home from podcasting this morning to find that my living room had been completely remodeled and turned into a fort. Miles is...somewhere under there. I ducked under the canopy to see if I could get a glimpse of the creator dwelling within, but this was the best photo I could get: Not exactly … Continue reading Year 3, Day 229 →

Year 3, Day 191

We clearly need to start regulating what Miles is watching on TV more heavily. I don't know what exactly is going on here, but it certainly doesn't look appropriate for toddlers.

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 →

Year 3, Day 148

Three days in, and the box hasn't gone anywhere.

Year 3, Day 133

Having figured out how to open his closet door, Miles went rummaging around in there yesterday and emerged with a small nylon pouch in his hand. "This, daddy," he said. "Look at this." "What is that?" I asked. "A toy," Miles replied. Now, I knew that Miles had no idea what was inside the pouch. … Continue reading Year 3, Day 133 →