Jaclyn went out for a friend’s birthday tonight, and I took care of getting Miles ready for bed. First, I got him good and hype. Next, I changed his diaper, which disappointingly was poop-free. Then, I found what appeared to be an infant muumuu and threw that on him.
At this point, Miles started getting a little fussy, knowing full-well what was ahead of him. So I scooped him up and carried him around the apartment for a few minutes to…I guess make him think it wasn’t bedtime? I dunno, but it worked great until it was time to actually put him down.
Nevertheless, Miles’s crying never stands for too long when faced with our secret weapon — the soothing sounds of the ocean, provided by that omnipresent obelisk herself, Alexa. Even his most adamant of protestations is dwarfed by the peerless might of the rolling sea.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 