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Year 2, Day 144: The Teething Diaries VIII
When Miles was getting his teeth cleaned last week, the dentist remarked that it looked like his molars were about ready to start coming in. I didn't really give that warning much attention at the time, but last night it became impossible to ignore. We were about three quarters of the way through another bleak, … Continue reading Year 2, Day 144: The Teething Diaries VIII
Year 2, Day 114
When you come home from picking your child up and your wife asks, "Did he bite anyone today?" you can't help but get the creeping fear that you're the proud parent of "THAT kid." I've tried to reassure Jaclyn that this is a normal phase for a lot of children and that Miles is only … Continue reading Year 2, Day 114
Year 2, Day 66
It's obvious, just from reflecting on my own tendencies over the years, that children pick up a lot from their parents, from emotional responses to physical tics and behaviors. And yet, at least once a day Miles will do something that I can't help but wonder as to the origin of, as it clearly isn't … Continue reading Year 2, Day 66
Year 2, Day 61
For much of the first half of this week, I was preoccupied with a variety of things (work, movies, podcasting, etc). Yesterday, I ended up bedridden, likely having come down with the same bug that benched our babysitter a couple nights ago. Given all of this, I feel like I've barely seen Miles at all … Continue reading Year 2, Day 61
Year 2, Day 58
In which Miles has a tumultuous night, and mom and dad reach their wits' end. Another week of fitful sleep for Miles culminated in a night that was unpleasant for all involved parties. Given the trend this week, I think Jaclyn and I were both braced for sleep interrupted. But here's the trick -- if … Continue reading Year 2, Day 58
Day 365
There are two things Miles absolutely loves about bedtime. One of them is reading books. Every night after his diaper change, Miles starts aggressively making the sign for "book" with his hands (or an approximation of it, at least) and pointing at the shelves over his head, requesting bedtime classics like Is Your Mama a … Continue reading Day 365
