Year 3, Day 45

In his journey to potty autonomy, Miles has reached a phase, however unwarranted, of prideful obstinance. He's good about letting us know when he has to go to the bathroom, and his propensity for accidents is reducing day by day. It's unsurprising then that he's started insisting on pulling his pants down himself.As I went … Continue reading Year 3, Day 45 →

Year 3, Day 10

When mommy's away...

Year 2, Day 342

Miles and I coordinated our wardrobes today.

Year 2, Day 336

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 →

Year 2, Day 313

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 →

Year 2, Day 273

Sometimes Miles decides to wear a baseball hat to bed.

Day 335

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 →

Day 84

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 →

Day 49

The key to newborn parenting success, whether you're trying to clean or watch a movie, is planning ahead. Parenting is like an elaborate chess game. Like...three-dimensional chess. The point is, you need to know not what you need now, in this moment, but rather what you're going to need 30 minutes from now. Now if … Continue reading Day 49 →

Day 42

Miles's presence was requested at brunch this week by Mabel Smith (age 3) and Frannie Smith (age 1). Beyond this, Mabel requested that Miles wear an "itty bitty bow tie," and luckily we could comply. It's not often that a baby makes me feel like I need to step up my clothing game, but there … Continue reading Day 42 →