Getting out of the house in the morning is, at best, a complete fiasco. Just as I was ready to leave today, I looked down at the bench and realized something was missing. "Where are my socks?" I asked frantically. Miles rounded the corner from the kitchen and beckoned me to follow. He walked all … Continue reading Year 3, Day 220
With a rare morning off today, I wasn't exactly in a hurry to get out of bed. When Miles finally came into the room, he was eager to take advantage of this, clambering up into the bed and plopping down beside me. "I'm going to tell you a story, daddy!" he declared, clearly seeing an … Continue reading Year 3, Day 203
Whenever I'm the first one in Miles's room in the morning, I always ask him the same two questions: "Did you have a good sleep?" and "Did you have good dreams?" If he answers "yes" to the second question, I'll follow up with, "What did you dream about?" Today was the first time he ever … Continue reading Year 3, Day 171
The very first things I heard this morning: MILES (over the monitor): "UGHHHH...MY PENIS..." JACLYN (groggy, waking up): "SIGH, I knew he was going to wet the bed..."
One of Miles's new favorite early morning activities: digging out ointments, baby powder, and other salves and arranging them on his rocking chair.
This morning I was summoned to Miles's room because his mother "couldn't find him." Can you?
This morning as I was brewing coffee, Miles insisted I sit with him for breakfast. I was initially flattered and delighted, but then, as he started moving his chairs, I realized what he meant and the reality was...well, weird. Despite not being an ideal seating arrangement for breakfast or looking at one another, it still … Continue reading Year 3, Day 59
As we were getting our stuff together to leave the house this morning, Miles noticed a book sitting next to him on the bench near the front door. He immediately reached for it. "That's daddy's book," Jaclyn said as she tried to wrangle him and finish pulling his jacket on. "No, mine," Miles said. I … Continue reading Year 3, Day 9
This morning before we left for daycare, Miles took the liberty of preparing breakfast. Yes, that is the top bun from a burger sitting on top of a pizza, but it's the thought that counts.
On a good morning, it takes me considerable time to wake up. My corporeal form may rise from my bed and begin gadding about at 8:00, but it is fueled not by conscious thought but rather involuntary muscle movements and instinct. I don't actually achieve consciousness some time after that. I bring this up because … Continue reading Year 2, Day 341