Year 5, Day 181

This morning, because I'm always thinking about eighty things at once, I completely forgot to give Miles his water bottle before sending him into school. I noticed about halfway to work and swore at myself, but at that point I'd have to wait for my lunch break to shuttle it over. As fate would have … Continue reading Year 5, Day 181 →

Year 5, Day 69

With the exception of the brief time I spent with him as he fell asleep last night, I haven't gotten to see much of Miles the last couple days. Normally, Thursday nights are a time for us to rectify this and hang out a bit. But, as any movie fan with a pulse knows, tonight … Continue reading Year 5, Day 69 →

Year 5, Day 21

Jaclyn went out for a girl's night with one of the neighbors tonight, and while I was fine staying in with Miles after an exhausting week, Miles was...less agreeable. Wailing at the door and insisting Mommy stay, Miles ultimately had to be physically dragged from the doorway so Jaclyn could leave. As in most cases, … Continue reading Year 5, Day 21 →

Year 4, Day 122

Today, through both a oceanside memorial and a celebration of life, we gathered to say goodbye to Jaclyn's father John. Some of the people in attendance were family and friends of mine that I haven't seen since at least before COVID dropped, if not far longer. Any one of these things would've made the day … Continue reading Year 4, Day 122 →

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 288

Nights have been pretty quiet lately. Sure, it might take a while to actually get him to go to sleep, but once Miles goes down there isn't much that will truly wake him up anymore. We might hear him talking or crying out during the night, but this typically subsides quickly as he grapples with … Continue reading Year 3, Day 288 →

Year 3, Day 244

Tonight was...not great. Mommy had work to be doing, daddy just wanted to finish his dinner, and Miles was trapped in that hellish point in the day where he's too tired to stay up but too unwilling to go to sleep, resulting in crying fits where nothing we did, regardless of how explicitly we conformed … Continue reading Year 3, Day 244 →

Year 3, Day 212

I came home last night to learn that Miles "had a bad day" at daycare. Before Jaclyn elaborated further, I asked Miles about it. His lips were sealed but, like a dog with its tail preemptively tucked between its legs, his guilt was unmistakeable as he diverted his eyes and eventually made his way to … Continue reading Year 3, Day 212 →

Year 3, Day 150

Miles was having a rough time getting out of the house this morning. It was one of those days were, no matter what mom or dad suggests, Miles inevitably wants something different. In these moments, we search desperately for something capable of attracting all or Miles's interest. As I opened the front door and tried … Continue reading Year 3, Day 150 →

Year 3, Day 144

I awoke around 4:00 in the morning to the sound of Miles wailing. "MOMMY!" he cried. "MOMMMMMMMYYYYYYY!" "Can you go get him?" Jaclyn mumbled. "I've already been up with him for a long time." Maybe it was my grogginess, but Jaclyn's semi-conscious statement was met with skepticism. Nevertheless, I got out of bed and staggered … Continue reading Year 3, Day 144 →