Year 4, Day 160

I'll be waiting forever for the "easy" part of parenting a toddler to show up, but nothing on any given day is harder than getting out of the house on a weekday. Miles never wants to wake up (that makes two of us, buddy), never wants to get dressed, never wants to brush his teeth...he … Continue reading Year 4, Day 160 →

Year 4, Day 159

I'm not sure if you've been able to discern this from the multitude of blog posts I've produced on the matter, but raising a toddler is really f***ing hard. When Miles is happy, he's usually running around screaming. When he's upset, he's STILL screaming. Our attention is demanded by him at all times, and about … Continue reading Year 4, Day 159 →

Year 4, Day 158

Most of today's morning commute was conducted in silence following a brief altercation in which Miles requested juice immediately and I told him his request would be impossible to fulfill. Several minutes of silent grievance (his, not mine) later, he finally spoke up again. "Mommy is a good mommy," he said. "She is," I agreed. … Continue reading Year 4, Day 158 →

Year 4, Day 157

Master of the Road.

Year 4, Day 156

Jaclyn had to get some yard work done this morning, and in an effort to keep Miles from following her out the door, she gave him a special assignment... "Daddy!" he said, marching over to me. "I'm babysitting you!" "You're babysitting me?" I asked in shock. "Yeah!" Miles said. He looked around for a moment, … Continue reading Year 4, Day 156 →

Year 4, Day 155

In yesterday's post, I wrote about a particularly menacing night in Miles's room. But bedtime isn't always about threats and indecision. Sometimes it is, simply, the absolute best part of the day. As we were cuddling tonight while Miles was dozing off, he suddenly threw his arm around me, squeezing me. I put an arm … Continue reading Year 4, Day 155 →

Year 4, Day 154

In his efforts to put off going to bed as long as possible, Miles will often swap out his "preferred parent" multiple times in one night. What starts as "I want Daddy!" soon becomes "No I want Mommy!" And on and on it goes. A few nights ago, things took...a turn. It started when I … Continue reading Year 4, Day 154 →

Year 4, Day 153

The best nights, as you can probably imagine, are the ones where I get home around 10:30 after working all day and hosting a trivia show to find that Miles is both still awake and screaming at the top of his lungs. Last night was one of those nights. This time, however, he seemed to … Continue reading Year 4, Day 153 →

Year 4, Day 152

When Jaclyn called me between work and trivia tonight, she naturally reported that Miles was "being a butt." In an effort to help him improve his attitude, I asked her to see if she could get him on the phone with me. "No!" he cried. "I don't wanna talk to Daddy!" "Well what about the … Continue reading Year 4, Day 152 →

Year 4, Day 151: Sounds of the Night-time XI

I had a pretty fitful sleep last night, and I spent most of the time between 2:30 and 5:00 in varying degrees of consciousness. During that time, Miles's monitor was almost completely silent, save for one moment around 4:30, when he said, clear as day, "I need you to hold my hand." Pretty amazing that … Continue reading Year 4, Day 151: Sounds of the Night-time XI →