When coming up to visit us for Thanksgiving, my dad had only one request (and no, it wasn't "Thanksgiving dinner") -- "Find somewhere we can go on a hike." Today, after much anticipation, Papa, Miles, and I went on our nature walk at Latta Plantation Nature Preserve. All my dad really wants in life is … Continue reading Year 4, Day 273
This evening, during his typical witching hour, Miles took a break from his hyperactive tear around the house and said, "I need to go potty." It was an impressively lucid moment at a time of day when even the suggestion that Miles go to the bathroom is usually met with an emphatic, and loud, refusal. … Continue reading Year 3, Day 293
Since he started potty training, the mantra we've tried to ingrain in Miles's head is "Mommy! Daddy! Pee-pee! Poo-poo!" We've instructed Miles to utter this rallying cry any time he "feels the pee/poop coming." The length of turnaround time varies wildly from one incident to the next. Sometimes he'll say the words and manage to … Continue reading Year 2, Day 347
Playing guitar on the toilet. So punk.
Today wasn't the best as far as Miles's potty training has gone. Despite numerous attempts, under extreme protest, to compel Miles to use his potty, he relied on his pull-ups to do the waste receiving most of the day. But just as Jaclyn was about to lose hope and resort to extreme measures (i.e., going … Continue reading Year 2, Day 335
From the time he came home from daycare today, Miles has been avoiding going to the bathroom. It was unsurprising, then, when he had an accident just before going to bed. The call of "Brian! I need you!" went out as I was doing dishes in the kitchen, and within moments I was in Miles's … Continue reading Year 2, Day 316
And now, an anecdote from Jaclyn:
"He's just a little ball of cuteness." - Jaclyn This ball of cuteness would pee all over her an hour later.
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
10 minutes, by the numbers: Two doses of medicine Four diapers Two poops Two pees One wardrobe change