The older he gets, the more aware Miles becomes of daily routines around the house. For instance, he may not understand exactly what motivates me to get out of bed yet, but he is starting to grasp what I need once I do decide to get up. Mornings like today, when Miles is out of … Continue reading Year 2, Day 285
Today is my FORTIETH birthday, and while I'm not always big on celebrating this sort of thing (last weekend not withstanding), there was absolutely no way I would've rather woken up today than hearing Miles merrily singing, "Haaa-bee deh do-doo! Haaa-bee deh do-doo!" as he walked into our bedroom this morning.
Jaclyn and Miles have both been a bit under the weather this week, so it was no surprise when both of them were still asleep this morning well beyond the point that any alarm clocks went off. Jaclyn agreed to take Miles to daycare later on, and I headed out the door. I tried to … Continue reading Year 2, Day 205
Summer is always the busiest time at work for me, and August always brings an additional level of "crunch time" with them. With this in mind, Jaclyn's been taking Miles to daycare in the morning and, on some days, even picking him up. While I can't deny that this is a big help for me … Continue reading Year 2, Day 176
In my experience, one of the harshest lessons of getting older has always been a persistently growing reluctance to get out of bed in the morning. When I was younger, I always thought there was a point where I would just adapt (or at least resign myself to the fact that I was never going … Continue reading Year 2, Day 149
Our late night interactions with Miles typically consist of food, the occasional episode of Sesame Street, and almost always some degree of assurance that he in fact cannot see any birds right now because all the birds are asleep. Last night, Miles woke up fussing like any similar night. I stumbled out of bed to … Continue reading Year 2, Day 112
It was an early morning for Miles (and mom) today, as he decided to wake up howling around 5:30 AM. Despite her best attempts to let me sleep through it, Miles clearly had other designs. Alternating between fussing and (seriously) blowing a high-pitched whistle, Miles ensured that not only were my attempts to sleep good … Continue reading Year 2, Day 108