As old as Miles gets, and as much as he's growing and developing, there's something comforting about knowing that any time we go for a walk, no matter his age, he will eventually stop dead in his tracks and forlornly beg me to "carry him the rest of the way." I did not carry him.
When Jaclyn called me between work and trivia tonight, she naturally reported that Miles was "being a butt." In an effort to help him improve his attitude, I asked her to see if she could get him on the phone with me. "No!" he cried. "I don't wanna talk to Daddy!" "Well what about the … Continue reading Year 4, Day 152
There are four words that have become Miles's most frequent utterances. In fact, almost every interaction we have with him now is accompanied by one of these words...the cursed words that signal the coming storm of the "Terrible Twos"... "No." "Stop." "Move." "Mine." "No" is now Miles's initial reply to any question. We even turned … Continue reading Year 2, Day 308