So Now All Of A Sudden I Need A Cuddle Bunny

Over Easter weekend the Piccinato family gave Miles a bunny. A SUPER soft, SUPER cute, a not too big and not too small bunny. Miles really hasn't figured out the security that a stuffed animal can offer yet. Once in a while he will chew on Elmo's eyes, eat the kangaroos tail, or suck on the rabbits ear, but all in all he's not much of a stuffed animal guy.....Yet. Just for the record, he's also not a blankie, thumb, or a soother guy. He was a boob man until he started biting me, but that's all in the past (see previous posts).

So the other day, as I lay on the couch with Dave (watching our previously taped 24) it occurred to me that when the show got suspenseful I was cuddling said bunny. I laughed at myself, but that didn't stop me from cuddling it. In fact, over the past few days when I sit down to watch the tube I find myself actually "needing" the bunny. I hold it in my arms, rest my head on it's oh so soft fake fur. It doesn't even phase Dave when I ask him if he could please pass me the bunny. This bunny is now part of the living room decor (along with a mess of other toys). I imagine most people who walk through our doors think that the bunny is Miles'. Little do they know, it has become my cuddle bunny.

Thank You For Waiting...My Ass Hurts Again

It was March, 2004 that I got the running fever. I had decided that I needed to get into shape and had asked a few friends if they might be into running. My friend Penny, who I really barely knew at the time, was the only one to jump on the offer (I can't remember how hesitant her yes was....If it was at all). Our first run was from my old apartment on Spadina around Christie Pits Park and back, just under 5K (later to be referred to as short run). It snowed that day. We both vowed to make running a regular thing. It felt good.

After running for a few months we were not only in fantastic shape, but we were becoming wonderful friends. Our first run was for The Brain Tumor Foundation, a 10K fundraiser. I don't think we walked once, but it PISSED buckets, and we couldn't have been more proud of ourselves when we crossed the finish line. It was that taste of group running and motivation that swept us into a ridiculous spin of long distance running.

The following collage highlights some of our very fist long distance runs (and yes the proofs are lifted from the web site)

Our first long run was The 25K Niagara Ultra (some crazy fools even ran 50K). You can see from the photos we have our numbers on our backs to start, and on our fronts to finish.......Amateurs. But we didn't do to badly Results, despite the fact that our bodies ached beyond belief. The collage also highlights our first half marathon 21K. The Detroit Half Marathon to be exact. We ran from Detroit's Comerica Park, U.S.A, across the Ambassador Bridge to Windsor, Canada, though the tunnel to the U.S., and finished on Ford Field. Beautiful day, great conversation, amazing run, and to top it all off, I was almost 4 months PREGNANT! Results.

PREGGERS....That's what ended the intended chain of long distance running in far off countries. Penny was amazing. She still ran with me almost every day (even though I was a lot slower)...Until we couldn't anymore (I think we ran until January and then it just got too slippery).

So instead of running, we swam every day. Doing laps wasn't nearly as fun (you can't talk under water), but swimming was the absolute BEST when I was pregnant. It was the only time that my body didn't feel like LC the Cow. After every 20 laps we'd chat for a bit, and then continue on. These lovely pics are near the end of my pregnancy.

After my c-section I wasn't really running for a while, and well, being a new mom sort of kept my time full. Penny waited patiently. I trained on my own for a bit, and we ran a 5k race for The Breast Cancer Foundation,but I still didn't feel up to par. In all honesty, I think I had lost motivation...That and my tits were two big. I mean running with three sports bras is a fantasy no woman should ever have. I was still very active, I just wasn't running.

Penny waited patiently (she ran on her own, hoping I'd come around again). This month, I decided that this was going to be my month. I have caught the running fever again (much to Penny's delight). It's taken a few weeks but I can run 7K without walking (though I'm still not at my old pace). I think my biggest challenge is pushing the damn running stroller. The bloody front wheel doesn't turn, and Miles + stroller = F*&^ing heavy. We take turns with the stroller now. It feels so good to be running again, even if I feel like I'm chasing Penny half the time. I'll get to where I was again, I know it. Just have to run through a sore butt and tired legs once in a while.

On May 7th, we participate in The Brain Tumor Foundation10K run again. I feel like this is the start of some beautiful runs and more motivation to run the distance.

Thank you for waiting Penny.

Sorry about posting the bathing suit pic. Had to. Thought you wouldn't mind considering I posted mine too.

Flying Martini

Miles flies his first kite....attached to my back!

For the past four years, my family and our friends have had a kite contest on top of "the hill". Every year there is lots of food to eat, alcohol to be consumed, and awards to be given. Each year, more people come and join in the fun. This year there were about 20 participants. There were martini glasses, fish, dragons, planes, blimps, turtles, frogs, butterflies, box kites, the Wiggles, Sponge Bob, robots, and your standard rainbow kites all flying in the air (at some point or another). It was beautiful.

The wind wasn't perfect, it had it's gusty moments. Some kites flew beautifully, some kites landed at the bottom of the hill, and some of us spent a lot of time winding string and finding the perfect kite. Fingers crossed that next year offers a beautiful day and more friends to fly with.

Four Generations

Mom, Me, Miles and Grandpa

I'll Give You The Food Off My Tray For The Hair Off Your Back

This is the latest scene in our house during breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snack time. Miles eating (or throwing which ever you prefer) and Chewy hovering (ever so discreetly my ass) and waiting for food to fall so he can gobble it all up. One might wonder why a single Cheerio or a 1 cm. cube of cheddar cheese would be so worth the agonizing wait. I don't bother wondering. All I know is I can't stand that Miles has now recognized that the "Guh" (aka dog) wants his food and that Miles is more than happy to share whatever he has with the dog. In fact, it's what makes eating more fascinating.

Sometimes Chewy is completely oblivious that Miles has tossed and entire handful of food to him. That's because it's all stuck in the fur on his back. Now I have a dog and a baby to clean after eating. Perhaps I should consider myself lucky. The two of them are cleaning up after each other. Chewy eats the food that Miles tosses onto the floor, and Miles sweeps all of Chewy's hair up when he crawls. Perhaps everyone thinking of starting a family should get a dog. I hear it's just like having a kid....ha!


I thought I'd add this photo segment of Dave and Miles.

Miles got Mega Blocks from Nanna and Nono for Christmas, and we just recently busted them out. Miles mostly sucks on them and gets bored of them pretty quickly (it's actually the bag that is more interesting). It seems to me someone is having more fun then the intended recipient of the gift.


I don't have a picture of the finished product, though I really wish I did. Dave was so proud that he used every block and in perfect symmetry! (good boy Dave!). He even brought it into the kitchen where I was feeding Miles (and the dog) to show it off. I was simply amazed when it got knocked off the table after he left for work and I had to clean it up.

And The Winner Is.....

And the lucky winners to the "Guess What's Going On In This Photo" contest are Grandma & Peepa. Together they guessed correctly (only that's my leg and not Daves). If you read this blog or talk to use enough, you would know that Miles has to take a poo standing up.

Now what I have failed to mention in the past, is that Miles needs to be visually entertained in order to participate in this whole pooping ordeal. Sometimes you have to move from location to location in order to "get it all out". What you see in the photo is a common starter spot...The dishwasher. The dishwasher is ever so fascinating, being shiny white and having six buttons and all, but it is also conveniently located next to these really cool white cabinet doorknobs that are also fun to grab while pooing.

Top 10 Favorite Pooping Locations
1. See through Ikea dresser we have. You can pull and tug at all sorts of interesting items inside. Yes, there are some socks and underwear. He likes it. I don't argue. Clearly we've tried it all.
2. Dishwasher / Cabinet Duo...You can move back and forth to each entertaining item.
3. Any window or door that has a lovely view of the outdoors.
4. The Bathroom towel rack. It moves up and down...Fascinating...Simply fascinating. It is located near the Bathroom Cabinet. It too has the ever famous white doorknobs.
5. The coffee table. But only when it has entertaining items on it(remote control, books, toys etc.) Ahhh the remote.....TV on, TV off. Volume up, volume down. Channel 2, channel 18.
6. Standing on our bed trying to grab at the mask on the wall. This was out of desperation and it worked.
7. Leaning against his favorite office chair. It turns and has a black twisty knob, oooooooo.
8. Standing facing the book shelf. That way he can simultaneously rip books off the shelf and poo at the same time.
9. Recruit Chewy, our dog (only as a desperate measure). Hoping perhaps a stand off of some sort will "get things moving". It's worked in the past.
10. If we are lucky the kid just does it on his own (unless it's in his highchair or bouncer, then it's just a squishy mess).

As I type this, I realize we are either going to have to install some sort of entertainment device in the bathroom for potty training. I'm going to have to act out short skits and or dance. Perhaps we are going to have to have a portable potty which cruises to different locations around the house. On the upside, as least we don't have to worry about him pooing in the bathtub!

Go ahead...Laugh at us.

I promise my next post won't be about POO.

I'll Give You Three Guesses

I absolutely love this picture. However I know what's going on (so it is a bit tainted). I'll give you three guesses.....Can you figure it out?

Miles has finally made the world wide web. Rock Your Baby (a super cute baby clothing store in Australia) has decided (and we agree) that Miles is cute enough to be posted on their web page (check the gallery section). What a rock star.

Diaper Changing 101

I don't mind cleaning up a mess after a "self fed" meal. I don't mind that by the end of the day Miles is more covered in dog hair than the dog. I don't mind cleaning up puke, even if it's purple. I don't mind crawling around the house all day discovering every inch of dirt on the hardwood floors and pretending that I am equally as fascinated as Miles is. I don't mind that I have to eat after 8pm if I want to enjoy a nice meal. I don't mind waking up at 6am every morning. I don't even mind the thought of cleaning up poopy diapers. What I do mind is the constant battle I have with Miles to SIT STILL while I change his diaper. Not even within two seconds that he is freed from the bounds of his diaper, is he twisting to get free from the bounds of the change table.

I know I am not alone in this struggle. I know I too participated in such acrobatics as a baby. This doesn't mean that I have to like it, nor accept it. I just have to deal with it.

There are a few positions that I would like to go over with those of you who have no idea what the hell I'm talking about.

The Wheel Barrel: Most commonly occurs with poopy diapers. Upon grabbing Miles' ankles to remove diaper and keep dirty bottom from touching the change table, Miles shoots belly directly into air and squeezes but cheeks together. Alternate pose: Miles twists onto tummy while legs are being held in mid air. Bum is usually not wiped in this stage which adds to the fun. Admittingly, as frustrating as this is, the wheel barrel is one of my favorites. It does make me laugh.

The Instant Dog: Most commonly occurs with pee diapers, as legs are not needed to be held in mid air. Once the diaper is removed and changer is putting diaper into "the genie", Miles promptly (like the speed of light) flips onto tummy and is on all fours. Turning Miles onto back once again is futile as he simply turns himself over onto all fours again. You have to wipe Miles clean in this position. Dave has dubbed this wiping the baby "doggie style". Putting a fresh diaper on while Miles is on all fours is now common practice.

The Streaker: Most commonly occurs when the Instant Dog pisses me off and I move to the bed to try and put the diaper on. It is exactly the same as the Instant Dog, only Miles takes off crawling, fighting the diaper by any means necessary. I pull him back and the Streaker repeats.

The Cheerleader: Most commonly occurs with pee diapers, or after a poopie diaper has been wiped clean. Miles kicks his legs into the air and lowers legs with great force. Palates lovers would admire such abdominal strength.

The Clencher: This occurs with every diaper change. But cheek's and legs are clenched so that diaper application is performed only by creating a wedge between his legs in order to get diaper on.

I can only hope this phase passes. And yes, at the end of the day, he is still cute.

Name That Hazard

Lets look at this picture closely (actually, you don't even have to look that closely). How many baby hazards do you see? .....and that's just the computer room! Seems to me, we either baby proof this house or we move before it's too late. I've got my fingers crossed for the big move.

Meet You All The Way (do do do)...Roseanna YEAH!

It is not unusual for me to come home and find Dave playing some absurdly wonderful game with Miles. Like a few weeks ago for example, I came home to Dave flying Miles around the house in the laundry basket. Miles of course was loving every second of it. So of course now it's a regular game.

Today's events however take the cake. I was downstairs doing some cleaning and I heard the ever famous thump thump thumping on the ceiling. Miles was in his bouncer.

**Many of you know how fond Miles is of his bouncer. He could spend hours bouncing to music. It is a cherished time for all. He has great amounts of fun all the while completely tiring himself out, and we can actually do stuff and keep an eye on him and know that he's not going to get into any trouble.**

Anyways, I thought I'd find Dave on the computer and Miles bouncing away to some Stevie Wonder or James Brown....But no. Dave was dancing in front of Miles and listening to "Roseanna" by TOTO, and Miles was bouncing higher than I had ever seen him bounce.

Well after pissing myself laughing, Dave tried to tell me he was just "goofing around". They were having too much fun to be goofing around, they were loving it. Now I know about Dave's secret love for TOTO. You know, I really should have clued in at the baby shower. We were playing some silly version of musical chairs and Dave (playing the DJ) put "Roseanna" on. We all thought he was silly (figuring he was having fun with the ecletic record collection at hand), laughed, and danced like fools around a few chairs. Little did we all know that secretly Dave was loving the lyrical genius TOTO.

Now I know Dave. Now I know.

The Much Talked About, But Never Seen, Fish Face

I have been trying to capture this face on film for a long time now.

Finally, fish boy and I had a photoshoot.

Just What Is This Monitor Monitoring Anyways?

Scenario #1
Put Miles to sleep. Turn on upstairs monitor. Listen to Portuguese woman next door chat on the phone (too bad she doesn't speak English, it sounded pretty heated). Switch channel (there are only 2...A & B). Listen to some mother trying to put her kid to sleep (poor woman, sounded like she was having a rough time). Switch back to previous channel...Miles snoring.

Scenario #2
Put Miles to sleep. Turn on upstairs monitor. Listen to Miles snore. Read book, watch TV, fiddle on computer. Listen to high pitched ringing, buzzing and beeping (Alien communication?). Noises stop. Listen to Miles snore.

Scenario #3
Put Miles to sleep. Turn on upstairs monitor. Listen to silence. Switch channel. Listen to silence. Turn up volume. Silence. Press monitor to ear. Silence. Switch back channel. Turn up volume. Silence. Press monitor to ear. Silence. Is my kid even breathing? Go downstairs. Peek in room. Look for the rise and fall of his chest. He's fine (of course). Go upstairs. Realize I'm far too paranoid and need to take it easy (I should appreciate the silence). Listen to Miles snoring (figures).

I thought Dean and Jody were silly for getting a video monitor (pricey, and well, what did our parents do before monitors?). When we visited, I always asked to use it (novelty)....of course secretly wishing I had one. I guess when they hear alien noises, next door neighbours, or just plain sweet silence, they can just look at the the mini screen and know everything is okay (although their monitor is so advanced I'm sure it doesn't even pick up half of the crap ours does). It's too late for us now. All I can do now is think of the monitors future potential and advantages. I'm hoping that when we move we can use our monitors to spy on the neighbours, or communicate with alien life which ever comes first. Dean & Jody, we sit in awe and admire the wonder of baby technology you possess, and kick ourselves daily for not getting one.

The Lovely Blood Blistery Lip

Some of you may know this already, some of you may not want to read any further.....Miles can only take a poo while standing. Silly? Yes. My fault? Totally. I always hated when he pooped and then sat down. Poo would smoosh everywhere. So, I started to take notice when he was taking a poo. When I thought he was pooping, I would make him stand up while doing it. I thought it worked well for all of us....Dave or myself (yes he changes the crappy ones too) cleaned a diaper that was not as smooshy and gross as it could have been, and Miles gets his diaper changed immediately following a poo. How nice!

So now I can predict when a poo is coming and I can actually make him go. Well, the downfall is that I have to stand with him every time he goes. In all seriousness I have to put something in front of him to sort of entertain him (don't laugh, I know many of you read on the crapper). The upside to this is no poopie diapers in public, and the possibility of easier potty training come time (I just might be a diaper genius, or really trying to convince myself that this is perfectly normal). Where is this going you may ask, as I really don't need to know the bowel movements of a 9 month old. Well, the other day (while trying to get Miles to take a dump) Miles dropped one of the toys that he was playing with. When he bent down to retrieve the toy, he banged his lip on the coffee table, and pretty hard too. We are talking serious tears. If you look at the picture you will see his lovely blood blistery lip. Was it necessary to tell you all of the above? Not at all. I could have told you he dropped a toy and hit the table when he went to pick it up. But what fun would that be?

Now when I go out in public I don't hear "Oh you poor baby what happened to your eye?", I hear "You poor baby what happened to your lip?". Since I trimmed Miles' bangs, I also hope to no longer hear "Oh you poor baby, can you even see through all that hair?" Sometimes I'm not so nice when people ask these questions (I mean people are seriously bold sometimes, the stories I could tell). To top it all off, his nails were so long that he scratched the hell out of his face in his sleep, so I had to trim his nails too (trimming a babies nails kicks ass!). Really, I'm surprised I don't hear "Oh you poor baby, don't your parents take care of you?" I haven't planned the come back for that one yet....I'll work on it.

Is The Sippy Cup Half Empty Or Half Full

My friends the sippy cup is HALF EMPTY!!!!! I don't know what happened, but something kicked in yesterday (possibly dehydration) and Miles decided that he was FINALLY going to drink something. It was pear juice mixed with water, but he drank an entire cup and a half through the course of the day. It took a lot of cheering and clapping after every sip on our part. He clapped too (I think he thought he was some sort of super star and all he had to do was drink out of a cup). This morning when we got up I decided that I would try formula and see how that would go over. He drank two ounces (of course every sip followed by large amounts of cheering and clapping....this morning I even danced). It was only two ounces, but two ounces more than he has in days. He even drank some more juice! So now Dave and I are proud parents to a baby that drinks liquid...well some anyways.

I have to admit that I am sort of relieved that Miles went through this hunger strike so to speak because it distracted me from the fact that the breastfeeding experience was over for me. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to no longer have Miles "bound to the boob", knowing that I can go and do things for longer periods of time but I am sad that it's over and that it had to end so abruptly. Being able to nurse your baby is a very special and powerful experience. Hopefully there will be a number two to share this experience with.

This is Miles celebrating his drinking fiesta with Dave......we are so proud.

Hunger Strike

It has been a very frustrating week, and it still continues. Miles has decided that not only does he no longer want to nurse (so it looks like that's over with because the supply is dwindling), he wants nothing to do with formula either. He won't take a a bottle in any way shape or form, nor will he take a sippy cup. In fact it has been a challenge getting any sort of fluid in him. It takes a lot of trickery and patience to get him to take any fluid. Some friends have experienced first hand how challenging it can be, and how involved they get when they are around for a feeding....suckers.

We took him to the pediatrician the other day to make sure that he was doing alright. He is still the same old Miles, happy as ever....well except for the fact that he is cutting another tooth, sick and oh yeah, he's not drinking much. Apparently as long as there are tears when he cries and pee in the diapers there shouldn't be need for much concern. If it lasts more than a few weeks then we will have to figure out what to do. Until then, I just try everyday to figure out how he wants his fluids, what fluids he wants, and how I'm going to get him to take them. It's an ordeal for me, though some may call it a spectator sport.

This past weekend Miles, Michelle and I went to visit Brandi, Brian and Edie. We had a great time. Brandi looks fantastic and it was lovely to touch a pregnant belly again. We had crazy play time, ate a lobster dinner, drank some yummy wine, chatted, played cards...oh and did I mention try to get Miles to drink something?

I Just May Lose The Nipples

Seriously, this is getting out of hand. I've dubbed it the "DEADLY NIP GRIP", and let me tell you, it f&*^ing kills. Miles has decided that biting while nursing is just about the funniest thing he can conjure up. When Dave is around, Miles bites me really hard and then looks at Dave and laughs. Like he's really funny or something for hurting me. It doesn't help that Dave laughs too (lets give the kid ammo Dave). When Dave isn't around and Miles bites me I tell him no. I can't however get him to unlatch because Dave isn't there to gain approval from. So instead of turning to Dave and laughing, he just continues to bite without letting go (A.K.A. DEADLY NIP GRIP). He cries, like I'm some big meanie pants for not letting him take my nipple with him for lunch as well.

We are talking serious teeth marks here people!!! Razor sharp slicers.

So I've tried to give him a bottle, and well, he basically cries bloody murder till I give him the boob again, which he proceeds to bite straight away. Needless to say I'm getting frustrated. Tomorrow I've decided to stand firm on the bottle. He will get at least two bottles tomorrow and I don't want to hear another thing about it.

Yes he's still cute.

My Friend Bo

We went to Windsor this weekend to visit friends and celebrate Jody's birthday (even though she hates celebrating her birthday). We had such a great time seeing everyone. I had more laughs than I've had in a while. There were even laughing tears and laughing stomach cramps.

It was so nice to see Bo and Miles hanging out again. They are soooo super cute together. Miles crawled for his first time on Saturday and it has been amazing to watch him get faster and more coordinated since. As I sit here and type I think of all the things I should put away from his reach before Miles wakes from his nap. Perhaps I should get on that...........

Hi-5

This is a picture of Miles in his new favorite office chair (Now the Trump comb over really works). It's really the computer chair but it's highlights are the fact that it spins, raises up and down, and has fancy plastic arm rests in which to chew on. He seriously loves it, and wants to be in it all the time.

It has to be one of the most amazing things to watch a child grow and learn. Watching that glimmer in their eyes when they think that they are so clever for doing something new, they way they can make you laugh at the most absurd things, how everyday items and noises become sources of such pleasure, how they make you feel perfectly wonderful for performing the most ridiculous tricks, and how frustrated they get when they can't reach something two feet away. Miles is learning to crawl. I guess he has been for a while, but this week I think he means business. It will happen as soon he just has to figure out that he actually has to move his hands and feet in synchronicity to get from A to B. Currently, he just shoots himself forward. I know we're headed for a life change once he starts cruising around. He is so mischievous now, I can only imagine the amount of baby proofing we will have to do.
Miles has also learned to clap his hands recently, which he is ever so proud of. He claps at just about anything that amuses him. I also taught him to Hi-5 the other day. He loves to do it, but will only do it with his right hand. You try to Hi-5 him with the left and he looks at you like you are crazy, mostly because there is a toy in that hand.
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Miles is it

In the bizarre world of Blogging strange things happen. As a result, Miles have been tagged by Emily (did I say how clever you were already?) and have to answer a series of questions...so here goes....

4 Job's I've Had: Professional Eater, Clapper extraordinare, Pot Banger and Lady Charmer.

4 Movies I Could Watch Over and Over: Baby Einstein Mozart, Baby E Van Gogh, Baby Moves and Baby's Day

4 Places I Have Lived: Womb & Toronto Ont.

4 Albums I Can't Hear Too Often: Anything Classical and the Treehouse Station

4 Places I Have Vacationed: Australia & U.S.A

4 TV Shows I Love: Toopy & Benu, sesame Street, Global Grover and Dora (but we really don't watch them all that often...something to get drowsy to)

4 Of My Favorite Dishes: Breastmilk, Strawberries, Sweet Potatoes and Blueberries.

4 Websites I Visit Daily: I don't surf yet.

4 Places I'd Rather Be Right Now: Play Group, on top of a mountain, swimming in a beautiful lake or, hiking through a rainforest (hmm, some of those are mine, I'd just like to think he'd enjoy them too).

4 People I am tagging: I don't know many bloggers..thank god cause this is a lot of work. So I'm tagging Tawny

The Duckie Has Been Dismissed

Rubber Duckie has been demoted to the bottom of the toy box. The latest favorite is a half deflated basketball (which makes it perfect for chewing) that was given to him by Zayna & Sheldon for Christmas. The half deflated soccer and football run a close second. Now all I have to do is dress him up in this cute basketball warm up suit my parents gave him and he will be soooo cute. Perhaps I'll post that photo tomorrow...always looking for entertainment around here.

Today Miles went on his first swing. He loved it. At first I was afraid to push him high, but I soon learned that the higher I pushed him, the more he laughed. So I pushed higher and higher and he laughed harder and harder. Lucky no one else was around, it might have looked dangerous. But he was LOVING it, so I didn't much mind.

Miles has been staying up longer these days, so my challenge lately has been to keep things exciting. It's been difficult to be "ON" all the time, but I am having fun and thats the most important thing. It's nice to have Dave come home at the end of every day to read books to Miles. And Miles is always so happy to see his dad after such a long day with his mom. He definatly knows who Dada and Mama are now. As soon as we finish our bath in the evening he looks at me and says Dada over and over again, pretty much until Dave gets home. It's super cute.

This is the two of them reading together. He now reads at least seven books before bed. I love to peek in at them reading but I almost always get caught....so most of the time I turn the monitor on in the kitchen and listen to them while I cook dinner.

GO FIGURE!

So the dictionary definition for Miles is:

MILES (Noun): A DANCE INVOLVING LITTLE TO NO CLOTHING
(QuizGalaxy.com)

Gave me a good chuckle.