Sunday, February 14, 2010

miles is street


We were riding in the car to the Edinborough Adveture Park (or whatever it's called). Miles tells Ben, "Say something mean to me." So Ben calls Miles a jerk. In a totally hilarious voice that sounded like Rylo from The Cleveland Show or something, Miles responds, "Nah, you're just ignorant."

Monday, February 1, 2010

i was having a good morning...


look at this, my beautiful boy

I am sad. My friend has a child with autism as well. He can draw beyond his age ability and make legos of hammerhead sharks and swordfish (you don't even have to be told what they are when you look at them). He is in regular school; mainstreamed. I am so proud of her as a mother and so happy for her, I really truly am, she deserves it. But I hurt for me. I hurt so bleepin' bad. I am doing it all wrong.

I am very self-absorbed this morning...

Sunday, January 24, 2010

the marker vs. miyo


Miyo has on a bathing suit and is running around the house. She had marker on her thigh and we yelled at her as per usual. Then she pulled her bottoms down a little and scratched her butt, revealing that she markered both cheeks. As I pulled them down to look more, Ben started laughing. She had also markered the front... A three year old with black sharpie pen drawn on pubic hair is shockingly funny.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

miyo vs. michael jackson


Miyo knocked on the medicine cabinet, demanding, "Who's in there?" Then she opened it and exclaimed, "Michael Jackson?!... I don't want any Jacksons in here!"

I don't know where the heck she got it from, but I like it.

Friday, January 8, 2010

email to miyo from grandma dianne


Miyo, I just want to tell you that I LOVE you and am so glad you came to visit me.

But I have something to tell you. Remember when Grandpa was brushing your hair for you? You were being so good, even tho he was trying hard not to pull and hurt you, I could see you were afraid that it would hurt. But you let him brush it and he sure liked helping you.

I have to tell you about hair brushing and something I learned when I was a little girl. Don't ever let your mom brush your hair when she is mad at your dad.

I am going to mail your mittens to you. I found them behind the ottoman in the living room, you silly girl.

love, Grandma.

email to miles from grandma dianne


Hi Miles. We sure had fun with you at my house. Did you tell your mom about the great icicles we had on our deck? Did you tell your dad how bad you beat Pete and Tanya at Monopoly? You are a multi multi millionaire!!!

Hey, I have a little advice for you about whenever you have a fight with your sister. If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.

8-) Love, Grandma

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

miles' newest poetry


Acorn

A french head
with a beret
small brain inside
squirrel scoots along
Uh-oh
by-bye world
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Munch! Munch! Munch!

MMMM!

Miles Hanson
12-21-09