After I got Miles out of bed this morning, I ducked into the bathroom while he occupied himself in the living room. While I was in there doing by business, one of Miles's bath toys -- a bucket that had been affixed to the bathtub wall with a suction cup -- suddenly came loose and … Continue reading Year 3, Day 251
Two-thirds of the people living in our house absolutely HATE getting out of bed in the morning. Jaclyn's felt more tired than usual lately, which means that we're much closer to 100% at this point and that getting out the door for work in the morning has started to turn into a mad rush. Considering … Continue reading Year 3, Day 204
With a rare morning off today, I wasn't exactly in a hurry to get out of bed. When Miles finally came into the room, he was eager to take advantage of this, clambering up into the bed and plopping down beside me. "I'm going to tell you a story, daddy!" he declared, clearly seeing an … Continue reading Year 3, Day 203
Whenever I'm the first one in Miles's room in the morning, I always ask him the same two questions: "Did you have a good sleep?" and "Did you have good dreams?" If he answers "yes" to the second question, I'll follow up with, "What did you dream about?" Today was the first time he ever … Continue reading Year 3, Day 171
I awoke around 4:00 in the morning to the sound of Miles wailing. "MOMMY!" he cried. "MOMMMMMMMYYYYYYY!" "Can you go get him?" Jaclyn mumbled. "I've already been up with him for a long time." Maybe it was my grogginess, but Jaclyn's semi-conscious statement was met with skepticism. Nevertheless, I got out of bed and staggered … Continue reading Year 3, Day 144
The very first things I heard this morning: MILES (over the monitor): "UGHHHH...MY PENIS..." JACLYN (groggy, waking up): "SIGH, I knew he was going to wet the bed..."
One of Miles's new favorite early morning activities: digging out ointments, baby powder, and other salves and arranging them on his rocking chair.
This morning I was summoned to Miles's room because his mother "couldn't find him." Can you?
On a good morning, it takes me considerable time to wake up. My corporeal form may rise from my bed and begin gadding about at 8:00, but it is fueled not by conscious thought but rather involuntary muscle movements and instinct. I don't actually achieve consciousness some time after that. I bring this up because … Continue reading Year 2, Day 341
I woke up this morning to the sound of Jaclyn telling me she was going to the gym (it was 5:30 AM). Despite being barely conscious, I still recognized how absolutely insane it is to get up for ANYTHING that early in the morning but hey, you do you, Jaclyn. I woke up AGAIN to … Continue reading Year 2, Day 326