Miles woke up crying in the middle of the night, and I went to his room to see what was amiss. He had peed — a LOT — and needed a wardrobe change and a fresh set of bedsheets. He was still pretty out of it, and in an effort to keep him from completely waking up, I had Jaclyn bring him to our bed to try to calm him back to sleep while I stripped his bed.
Well it didn’t work. By the time I had finished and returned to the bedroom, Miles was sitting up (taking up a majority of my side of the bed, as usual) wide awake.
“I want milk,” he said as I entered.
Again, in the interest of trying to get him comfortable enough to go back to sleep, I quickly fulfilled his request. I asked if he could scoot over so I could get into bed, and he actually complied. Things were going well.
“I want Animal Crossing.”
I groaned. “You want to play Animal Crossing?”
“No, DADDY play Animal Crossing,” Miles clarified.
“Miles, it’s 1:30 in the morning,” I sighed. “Do I have to?”
“Yeah.”
And that’s how I ended up playing Animal Crossing at 1:30 in the morning. But hey, at least he went back to sleep.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 