Year 5, Day 256

I met with some friends after work last night, but it wasn't long into the evening (maybe two minutes after I had arrived) that my phone rang. Jaclyn was nearing the end of her rope, faced with a child that was hungry but wouldn't eat, wanted a shower but wouldn't bathe, and was very obviously … Continue reading Year 5, Day 256 →

Year 4, Day 243

A text from Jaclyn while I was at trivia tonight truly set my mind at ease.

Year 4, Day 204

While Miles mercifully waited until around 5:00 this morning to start screaming for us and banging on his door, I once again found myself imploring him to stop doing that every night and just let his mother and I get one damned night of peaceful sleep. "I wasn't screaming," Miles corrected. "I was calling for … Continue reading Year 4, Day 204 →

Year 4, Day 190

There was a time, not so long ago, when I was able to talk at my wife in peace. Sure, she still didn't hear half of what I was saying, but at least I could speak without being drowned out by eardrum-shattering screaming. Now, almost any time I start talking to Jaclyn (or vice versa), … Continue reading Year 4, Day 190 →

Year 4, Day 181

I've written previously about Miles's recent nighttime challenges, which find him screaming like a damned soul on the racks of Hell as he pounds on his door (and find his mother and me unable to get a single peaceful night's rest). What I haven't talked about is how I've found him the last couple nights … Continue reading Year 4, Day 181 →

Year 4, Day 173

It takes approximately nine and a half hours to drive from our home to Princeton, NJ. At least that's what Google Maps says, but it's worth noting that they don't have an "adjust time for toddler" button. If they did, that number would swell to somewhere around 15 hours. Spending hours on end confined to … Continue reading Year 4, Day 173 →

Year 4, Day 167

Another night, another screaming episode. In what is becoming a regular occurrence, we were again jostled from unconsciousness around 4:30 in the morning, as Miles began screaming and banging on his door. "Daddy!!" he cried out. And so it fell to me to go see what was upsetting him. As I headed down the hallway, … Continue reading Year 4, Day 167 →

Year 4, Day 162

For the...third?...time this week, Miles was wide awake in the middle of the night, calling for us. He was in a pretty good mood, so I, being barely conscious enough to hold myself upright, let him come to bed with us. I had hoped he'd just snuggle up with us and go back to sleep. … Continue reading Year 4, Day 162 →

Year 3, Day 359

Miles is very protective (or whiny, depending on your perspective) of certain things, one of which is music. If he has deemed something "his song" and you start singing it, you'd best be ready for a swift and decisive (and shrill and, yes, whiny) verbal assault. "No!" Miles will scream. "That's MY song! Don't do … Continue reading Year 3, Day 359 →

Year 3, Day 244

Tonight was...not great. Mommy had work to be doing, daddy just wanted to finish his dinner, and Miles was trapped in that hellish point in the day where he's too tired to stay up but too unwilling to go to sleep, resulting in crying fits where nothing we did, regardless of how explicitly we conformed … Continue reading Year 3, Day 244 →