For a holiday spent in isolation, Miles's third Christmas managed to be frenetic, loud, and (fortunately) filled with joy. Christmas started early in our house, as Miles woke up at 3 AM and started yelling, "DADDY! I WANNA READ A BOOK, DADDY!" Groaning, I staggered down the hallway to his bedroom and immediately began pleading … Continue reading Year 3, Day 305: Christmas 2020 in Review
Whatever my ideal way to spend some alone time on Sunday might be, any extended period during which I'm left with an empty house in generally spent the same way: cleaning. Specifically, I vacuum, sweep, and mop the floors (which, regardless of how long it's been since their last cleaning, always need it). For the … Continue reading Year 3, Day 264
Jaclyn called while I was on my way home from work tonight because Miles had something to tell me. "What's in the driveway, Miles?" she asked him. "Hunh," Miles replied, his response when he doesn't know the answer to your question. "Remember?" Jaclyn said, then elaborated. "We got home, and we saw something in the … Continue reading Year 3, Day 219
Pictured: the smirk of a child who just successfully forced his mother to chase him all over the place as she tried to clean his poopy butt. He's a stinker in more ways than one.
Overall, potty training has been going ALARMINGLY well for Miles. He's now at the point that he almost never uses his pull-up during the day and can even typically make it through naptime without any accidents. And then there's today.This evening, I asked Miles if he needed to "go pee-pee." Miles said, "No," and went … Continue reading Year 3, Day 32
This evening, as Miles was busy staying up a bit too late and having a little too much fun, he asked for a piece of cheese. I handed him a slice, and he merrily walked off, eating it.A few minutes later, he comes over to me and says, "Daddy, daddy...cheese," while pointing across the room."On … Continue reading Year 3, Day 16
From the time he came home from daycare today, Miles has been avoiding going to the bathroom. It was unsurprising, then, when he had an accident just before going to bed. The call of "Brian! I need you!" went out as I was doing dishes in the kitchen, and within moments I was in Miles's … Continue reading Year 2, Day 316
Miles's idea of "playing with toys" frequently involves lining them up uniformly (a trait he's inherited from me). His idea of "cleaning them up," however, at times ends up being "cram them into whatever space you can find."
I was in the living room when I heard Jaclyn call out, "Miles! No!" Darting for the bedroom (technically, I was supposed to be watching him), I feared the worst. I knew he couldn't have hurt himself (HE wasn't crying, after all), but Jaclyn's response had been too forceful for Miles to have just barged … Continue reading Year 2, Day 238
I have been, throughout my life, fairly obsessed with cleanliness and order. Some folks, myself included, felt like parenthood could be a hard transition for me based solely on this tendency. How easy was it going to be for me to alter my expectations? Or would madness simply envelop me? As with most things, parenthood … Continue reading Year 2, Day 235