Day 24: The Sounds of the Night-time I

Early this morning, I woke to the sounds of Jaclyn. I glanced at her silhouette at the foot of the bed, back lit by the sliver of light coming through the crack in the bathroom door. I shuffled slightly in my stupor, my foot grazing the changing pad that rested atop our bed. I drifted … Continue reading Day 24: The Sounds of the Night-time I →

Day 23: Poop Update!

Yesterday brought with it an exciting development in the poop department. 7) The Raptor Attack An attack on the unassuming, diaper-changing parent, who is likely on-guard against sudden peeing, this poop is the thing you didn't see coming. Pure liquid, projectile poop, it spews forth at a rate too fast to counter. You were doomed … Continue reading Day 23: Poop Update! →

Day 19

Whenever anyone asks about the baby for the first time, I feel compelled to not simply tell them that he's doing well, but also that Jaclyn is doing well. And then I tell them about how smoothly the entire birthing process went for her. Maybe I'm speaking a little out of turn when I talk … Continue reading Day 19 →

Day 18

Jaclyn: "I don't know how he's eating so much." Brian: "He's just a growing all-consuming elder of the universe, Jaclyn."

Day Nine

I've been a father for one week, and my descent into "bumbling idiot" could not have happened at a more alarming pace. Jaclyn woke me (or attempted to, anyway) last night to have me check Miles's diaper. I soon called out that I couldn't find him. Jaclyn asked what I was doing, and I said, … Continue reading Day Nine →

Day Four

Being needed. At virtually any point in your life, it feels good to be needed. Knowing that someone specifically needs your help gives us a sense of belonging and purpose, but also a sense, however big or small, of authority and wisdom. Now, the rub is that this feeling is often just a facade. At … Continue reading Day Four →

Day Three

What do all babies need, all men want, and all new mothers wish they didn't have? BOOBS You know, when you're a teenage male, at some point it occurs to you that if YOU had boobs, you'd probably play with them in the mirror all day. As an adolescent, they're sort of this always-visible manifestation … Continue reading Day Three →