Posts tagged: Kids
(John Steinbeck to his son, on falling in love. Gut-wrencher.)
…and a flyer!
Myles and His Fire
Me and Myles, mid-tubing-run, yesterday.
love it when they take pictures of each other behind my back.
Myles and the dread-lock dog.
Myles and Me.
Myles and I just made 3 climbing routes (for him… mostly) around the kitchen. This included the counter-tops, refrigerator, oven, oven hood (yes, on top), and the island; also spanned across the counter-bar into the dining room, then across again into the living room, up onto and across the fireplace mantle, and then back down onto the coffee table). Only rules: no touching the ground, no touching the stove burners (set to High) (just kidding but I seriously contemplated it… I know(!)), and no touching that one rabid piranha pond on that one part of the kitchen counter.
(He uses my body as a human bridge to make it across the big gaps — a nice degree-of-difficulty element.)
So you know: This Is Fun.
She’s flyin now.
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Myles:
Daddy?
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Me:
yep?
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Myles:
How do you set things on fire with lasers?
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Me:
I'll have to tell you about that later little man. It's bedtime.
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Myles:
K.
We do faces. A lot.
(we also take turns with the camera, obviously)
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My man Myles. Dressed himself and was feeling fly with his fireman boot and double-jacket combo. This kid cracks me up.
Hey. I have a baby in my tummy, his name is Rya.
He’s a girl.
More of what we do when mom is out. :)
