When mommy's away...
Miles and I coordinated our wardrobes today.
I remember a time, as a small child in elementary school, when my dad dropped me off in his Toyota station wagon (a car he would end up holding onto long enough that it eventually earned the nickname "The Sludgemobile," but that's another story). We pulled up to the school, and my nose was running … Continue reading Year 2, Day 336
I don't think it's a stretch to call this the hardest day of parenting either of us has experienced so far. With Miles growing increasingly comfortable with sitting on the potty, we moved to phase two today -- putting him back in pants. Not only did we start today off like this, but Jaclyn informed … Continue reading Year 2, Day 313
Sometimes Miles decides to wear a baseball hat to bed.
As a parent, I've found few things as problematic as a broken washing machine. Nevermind our own clothes -- the sheer amount of baby clothing that piles up after five days is substantial enough. Currently, we're on day 8 of our current laundry crisis. As such, we've found ourselves with no choice but to go … Continue reading Day 335
Today was a tragic day at the apartamento de Martin, as we had to retire Miles's favorite bedtime onesie. And by that I mean my favorite. It wasn't that it was his cutest or softest bedtime attire; no, this onesie was the most practical piece of baby clothing I've encountered thus far. At first glance, … Continue reading Day 84