Year 5, Day 363

The callous, embittered phrase "back in my day" is as pervasive as it is eyeroll-inducing. Tell me you're an old man without telling me you're an old man. Live long enough, and you will inevitably utter it*; especially now, when the development of new technologies has made such an experience gap possible for even the … Continue reading Year 5, Day 363 →

Year 5, Day 305

After our drive back from Myrtle Beach yesterday, we were all exhausted by the time we arrived home. We grabbed some dinner and fell asleep quickly after that. When I woke up this morning, we were all still in bed, and Miles, as he often does, had come into our bedroom and joined us at … Continue reading Year 5, Day 305 →

Year 5, Day 273

I was coming downstairs this morning when Miles, whom I had not even seen yet today, called out from the living room: "Daddy! Do you want to see the skeleton parts of Santa's body??" ...annnd back to bed. I don't know what that was all about, but I think I'm good.

Year 5, Day 183

On the increasingly rare occasions when Miles wakes up in the middle of the night, he's generally good about putting himself back to sleep. And by that I mean "leaving his room and climbing into bed with us." There are still some nights, though, when Miles will call out for one of us. When I … Continue reading Year 5, Day 183 →

Year 4, Day 300

Well, Miles is still waking up in the night, but at least 1) he doesn't lead off with the banging and screaming, opting instead to attempt to get our attention in a more controlled voice and 2) "the middle of the night" is now more like "really early in the morning." Four consecutive hours of … Continue reading Year 4, Day 300 →

Year 4, Day 186

I had to leave a bit early for work this morning, but Miles still rushed from his bed to watch me go from his window. We waved and then, as fathers and sons do, we started blowing raspberries at each other. He started it. When Jaclyn entered the room, she asked him what he was … Continue reading Year 4, Day 186 →

Year 4, Day 109

My staycation is over, and I had to get to work early this morning -- too early, in fact, to take Miles to daycare. I stopped by his room on the way out of the house to say goodbye and wish him well, although he was predictably crabby and didn't want to get out of … Continue reading Year 4, Day 109 →

Year 4, Day 31

After moving our furniture yesterday, this morning marked the first time we've woken up in the new house. Jaclyn and I crashed hard last night, our bodies tired from the day (weeks, really) of moving, and we were not at all ready when Miles, lacking a childproof knob cover on his bedroom door, came striding … Continue reading Year 4, Day 31 →

Year 3, Day 251

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 →

Year 3, Day 204

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 →