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
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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
Year 3, Day 112
While he still refers to us primarily as "mommy" and "daddy," Miles has learned our actual names. And as of tonight, I can confirm that he knows precisely the time to use them. As an increasingly opinionated little man, Miles is quick to let us know what he does and doesn't like. There may be … Continue reading Year 3, Day 112
Year 3, Day 108
Now that Miles is getting reacquainted with daily car rides, he has discovered a new nemesis or, at least, now possesses the capacity to verbally articulate his disdain.It will happen as we make a turn in the morning or afternoon and suddenly a part of the car interior that was once shrouded in soothing shadow … Continue reading Year 3, Day 108
Year 3, Day 107
First thing this morning, Miles had a doctor's appointment to remove the stitches he received after his fall over the weekend. He was thrilled to hear about this when he woke up. "I no wanna go see a doctor!" he complained. While Jaclyn was with him in the hospital on Friday night, it fell upon … Continue reading Year 3, Day 107
Year 2, Day 308
There are four words that have become Miles's most frequent utterances. In fact, almost every interaction we have with him now is accompanied by one of these words...the cursed words that signal the coming storm of the "Terrible Twos"... "No." "Stop." "Move." "Mine." "No" is now Miles's initial reply to any question. We even turned … Continue reading Year 2, Day 308
Year 2, Day 297
Miles's first week in his real bed has gone very smoothly overall. Last night, though, he did wake up crying in the middle of the night. "Can you go check on him?" Jaclyn asked. "No," I answered as honestly as I could in the middle of the night, going back to sleep as Jaclyn got … Continue reading Year 2, Day 297
Year 2, Day 272
Last night, for the second time ever, I was forced to abscond into the night with Miles who, flagrantly refusing to sleep or cease his screaming, left me with little recourse but to drive him around until his ass fell asleep. Normally, we would've just let him eventually put himself back to sleep, trying our … Continue reading Year 2, Day 272
Year 2, Day 264
Jaclyn and I did not talk with Miles on the phone at any point today, and with good reason. Our call last night...well, didn't go great. As I walked in on Jaclyn's call from our bedroom at the cabin, I could hear Miles giggling on the other end of the phone. I interjected with a … Continue reading Year 2, Day 264
