Of Miles + Merriment...

The Saturday before Christmas, a snowstorm knocked out our plans to attend an out-of-town family party. While Miles’ introduction to more extended family unfortunately had to wait, it gave us a day together to share in some good old, classic American family, holiday fun.

Bundled up, we ventured downtown to Macy’s to introduce Miles to Santa. Because at 10 weeks old Katy and I knew he couldn’t wait to get placed into the lap of a big, wild white haired, funny red suit wearing stranger…

But, as Katy and I remembered how days like this turn Nicollet Mall into a life-sized holiday snow globe, I couldn’t help but feel Clark W. Griswold-like excited for some family fun.

The day didn’t disappoint, and I’m happy to report there were no Clark Griswold-like meltdowns from me, and more importantly, Miles.

With a special nod to Miles for helping to make the season more bright, it’s great to be a parent during the holidays.


Miles and Troy in line to see Santa (note Miles' excitement)


Miles first Christmas with Santa (note Miles' excitement)



Miles and Katy, lunchtime at Brit's (note Miles' excitement...)


Miles and Katy, Nicollet Mall turned winter wonderland

Early New Year's Resolution...

It was a little after five on Wednesday when Katy called me at work on my cell.

“Hey hon, just wanted to check in to see when you think you’ll be home,” she asked innocently.

“Umm, I don’t know, it’s late work night tonight,” I state in a manner implying she obviously must of forgot, because it was obviously the late work night we talked about weeks ago.

“No; you said your late work night was the 12th.”

“Yea.”

“Today’s the 10th. I had your late work night listed, as we discussed, on the 12th in the calendar. Are you still not checking the calendar!?”

Busted. And then, as if on-cue, I hear Miles start to cry in the background.

I go on to plead imbecile as my obvious failures at simple communication come to light.

She continues, “remember, I had plans…needed you to be home…that’s why I update the calendar….”

I needed to work late; at that point in time there was nothing I could do. The crying in the background just kept getting louder.

Note to self: Keep up with the changing times. Check the damn calendar.