Year 3, Day 346

Well, at least Miles hasn't inherited my crippling OCD tendencies.

Year 3, Day 345

Pirate Chef Miles would like to prepare a delicious avocado for you.

Year 3, Day 344: Sounds of the Night-time X

For whatever reason, the last two nights have been extremely restless ones for Miles, typified by suddenly calling out around midnight, then descending into wailing that ultimately brings one of us into his bedroom in an (unsuccessful) attempt to coax him back to sleep. “NO! WE DID IT ALREADY!” Miles shouted to an undetermined recipient … Continue reading Year 3, Day 344: Sounds of the Night-time X →

Year 3, Day 343

Most mornings, Miles insists on taking the long way to the car. https://videopress.com/v/vbJLUwoV?preloadContent=metadata

Year 3, Day 342

One of the easiest parts of fatherhood for me to adjust to, mainly because such events happen without awareness in the moment, is the spontaneous appearance of wounds on my body. While somehow failing to register the exact incident that causes them, I might suddenly notice a bruise after getting out of the shower, or … Continue reading Year 3, Day 342 →

Year 3, Day 341

Jaclyn's big birthday request this year was Sunday brunch from Ruby Sunshine, a franchise out of New Orleans that opened at location here last year (but...you know...COVID has kept us away from). And despite it being Jaclyn's birthday, I think we all indulged a little for this meal. When I posited a few food options … Continue reading Year 3, Day 341 →

Year 3, Day 340

For her birthday today, Jaclyn spent most of the day out with her sister, giving Miles and I some much needed "guy time." And, yes, okay, also a chance to buy Jaclyn's birthday presents. While we avoided too much gallivanting around given the state of public health, I did make sure Miles got to visit … Continue reading Year 3, Day 340 →

Year 3, Day 339

As we were riding to daycare this morning, Miles shared his expectations for Jaclyn's upcoming birthday weekend. "What should we do for mom's birthday?" I asked him. "Someone come to the door," he said. He said nothing further. "What do you mean?" I replied. "Hnnnh," he mumbled quizzically. Then he repeated himself. "Someone come to … Continue reading Year 3, Day 339 →

Year 3, Day 338

During dinner tonight, after demanding the rest of MY fish to eat, Miles asked for a tortilla. Little did we know that Miles's intention was not to eat the tortilla, but to submerge it. Yes, he tore it to pieces and dropped it into his cup.

Year 3, Day 337

As we drove home from daycare today, Miles exclaimed from the backseat, "Daddy! Guess what?" "What??" I asked with playful exaggeration. "THE FLOOR IS LAVA!!!"