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
We drove back to Myrtle Beach tonight in advance of Miles's BFF Audrey's first birthday party. Miles slept for most of the drive, which was great for us; unfortunately, he was wide awake once we got to my parents' house, especially once he noticed the plush bear doll on the bed.
For a kid who's still recovering from illnesses, Miles was completely wired yesterday. With Jaclyn working from home and me working a half day, all we could do was keep up with Miles, growing increasingly exhausted with every passing minute. Fortunately, he wasn't too fussy for most of the day; that is, until it was … Continue reading Year 2, Day 4
A couple weeks ago, I wrote about the worst night we've experienced as parents so far. After last night, though, I can unequivocally say that we have a new reigning champ. I was finishing my nightly routine of washing my face and lazily brushing my teeth right around 11:00 when Miles started crying. SOP is … Continue reading Day 212
Well, it finally happened, folks. We've had our first undeniably rough night as parents. This didn't come as a surprise though. Sunday was, by a considerable margin, the hardest day we've experienced so far. Miles oscillated between fussing and wailing all day, with very few moments of calmness or cheer. It seemed that even the … Continue reading Day 197: The Teething Diaries IV
The following is Jaclyn's account of an incident that occurred in the middle of the night. I can neither confirm or deny the validity of this account, because I was not actually awake for the incident in question. Sometime around 3:00 AM, Miles started fussing from his Pack 'n' Play. After giving him a moment … Continue reading Day 191: Sounds of the Night-time III
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