Miles was pretty cranky yesterday, and he followed that up with his first restless night since leaving the hospital. Sporadic fussing throughout the evening and night kept Jaclyn returning to his bassinet in a half-conscious stupor as she tried to comfort him. I kept my distance (i.e., “attempted to sleep”) throughout it all, only making my presence felt as a last resort after Jaclyn said something like, “Baby…I don’t know what you want!” . And wouldn’t you know it — as soon as I showed up, Miles was all smiles.
This naturally proves a recent theory of mine — Miles has successfully learned how to push Jaclyn’s buttons. I mean, it’s not a particularly difficult thing to master, but he IS learning.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 