just Joshing around


Juiced.
December 19, 2008, 4:36 pm
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This morning, I made Rachel some breakfast in bed.  This almost always consists of toast, a fried egg and a small glass of orange juice.  This morning hash-browns were a last minute substitue for the toast.  Despite a sippy-cup full of his own OJ, Miles generally insists on drinking some…if not, all…of Mommy’s juice.  So it was no surprise this morning for Miles to grab the glass of juice off of Mommy’s bedside table and quickly dispatch it.

Mommy (glaring at Miles): “Did you drink all of Mommy’s juice?”

Miles: “Stinker.  Goofball.”

In cell-phone terms, you might call this “predictive text.”



Wait for it…
December 19, 2008, 12:23 am
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Miles’ Elmo DVD came to a screeching halt last night because it’s covered in scratches and smudges. Wonder why. When it suddenly paused on the TV, Miles announced that it was “buffering.”

In other news, he threw a tantrum last night. One of his worst. So naturally his mother and I just ignored him and went into another room. This lasted a good 3-4 minutes. When Miles finally followed us in, we continued to ignore him and just communicated with each other via gestures and telepathy I guess. After a minute or two passed, Miles looked at us and asked, “Talk? Please?”



Is miles@gmail.com Taken?
December 16, 2008, 2:06 am
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I’ve got a spare PC keyboard (shocking, I know) laying around and Miles has discovered it.  Miles calls it his computer.  It’s fine with me, since it’s not hooked up to anything and discourages him from banging away my desktop or Rachel’s notebook.  However, he may be taking this  a bit too far.  Today…on three occasions, Rachel found Miles  typing on “his” computer.

Rachel: “What are you doing, Miles?”

Miles: “Checkin’ E-mail.”

If I find out that he has a Facebook account, I’m going to ground him for a year (after he shows me how to set one up).



In Case You Haven’t Heard
December 1, 2008, 5:50 pm
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Rachel is due July 4th.

Possible names:

Freedom

America

Pilgrim

Saturn Whistle

Patriot



Miles Unleashed
November 20, 2008, 3:44 am
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I’ve discovered a few things lately.  First and foremost, I had one of my most sure-fire Dad moments recently.  I walked out of Toys R Us with an armful, as well as a large, brightly colored box.  As I opened the trunk to the car to despot the parcels, I realized just how cool it is to go  Christmas shopping for our son.  I know exactly what it means to say you want your children to have everything.  Granted, Rachel had to pull me kicking and screaming from the Star Wars section, but c’mon — they had the Lego Melinium Falcon there.

Today, Rachel took Miles to the vet.  That sounds weird.  Let me clearify.  Miles went with Rachel to the vet to fill Edgar’s prescription.  While they were paying, Miles shouted “mouse!”  This seemingly random exclamation caused the clerk to, as Rachel put it, ‘jump out of her skin, screaming “where?  where?”  Miles then pointed at the small, corded Microsoft mouse connected to her computer.

He’s becoming more and more talkative with each passing moment.  Around the lobby of the vets office, several onlookers were treated to Miles pointing out the following:

“Kitty…meow…deer…mouse…lady comin’…pay…tiger…” and then as a woman was texting someone, Miles walked up, pointed at her phone and said “ipod.”

On a real heartwarming note, he climbed up in our bed after Rachel got him up from what I assume was a nightmare, and annouced, “Daddy home.  Mommy home.  Edgar home.  Audrey home.  Mia home.”



Choc-alot
October 31, 2008, 5:59 pm
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Thanks to Rachel’s dad, Miles has developed an affinity for all things Kit-Kat.  With it being Halloween and all, I’m sure I’ll photos to share soon.

By the way, anyone how knows anything about candy, knows that ‘Fun Size’ is anything but.



Language Lessons
September 30, 2008, 9:19 pm
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The other night, Miles and I crossed the field that seperates my in-laws home from ours.  I noticed one of the cows was eating and told Miles to say ‘hello to the cow.’

“Bull,” he responded.

“Ok,” I said, “say ‘hello’ to the bull.”

“Hello,” greeted Miles.

“Say it loud, like a cow,” I encouraged.

“Moooooo!” yelled my son.

I’m sure I learned from that exchange than he did.