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
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
I'm not sure why or how this happened, but the last two nights of sleep have been better than any I can remember in the last year. I've written previously about how fortunate we've been with Miles's propensity for slumber since his birth, but at best this still means a degree of restlessness at some … Continue reading Year 2, Day 261
Sometimes Miles, like Liz Lemon, just needs some night cheese.
When daddy finally gets home after a long day and discovers that it's very possible he'll be sleeping on the couch tonight.
Our late night interactions with Miles typically consist of food, the occasional episode of Sesame Street, and almost always some degree of assurance that he in fact cannot see any birds right now because all the birds are asleep. Last night, Miles woke up fussing like any similar night. I stumbled out of bed to … Continue reading Year 2, Day 112
In his quest for independence, Miles has discovered an all-consuming desire to grasp his own eating utensils, whether or not he can actually use them productively. He was particularly cranky at bedtime tonight, clearly hungry but unwilling to accept any food that he wasn't scooping from a bowl himself. As I've grown accustomed to doing, … Continue reading Year 2, Day 74