I woke this morning to the sound of Miles's fussing piping through out baby monitor. It took me a few seconds of groggy semi-consciousness to realize that I hadn't also heard a "Can you go check on him?" coming from Jaclyn. I rolled over to find that she had already gotten in the shower, and … Continue reading Day 348
The first thing I heard upon waking up this morning as Jaclyn lounged in the bed with Miles: "Did you poop or is that just your daddy's breath?" Great start to the morning! (To be fair, he hadn't pooped.)
Whether beginning or ending, daylight saving time can always wreak havoc on your sleeping patterns, but I've never ever considered that there might come a day when gaining an hour of sleep would prove so utterly fruitless. Obviously, babies have no concept of the singular opportunity that the end of daylight saving time provides -- … Continue reading Day 253: Baby’s First Daylight Saving Time!
Until our move last week, Miles has spent his nights sharing a room with us. While there's something really wonderful about hearing him breathing or rolling over during the night, Jaclyn and I were both ready to reclaim our space (and give Miles room to accommodate all of his stuff). Now that Miles has his … Continue reading Day 233: Sounds of the Night-time IV
Knock on wood, but it looks like Miles's "wailing in his sleep" phase has come to an end. He's slept amazingly well this week (and subsequently, Tuesday night notwithstanding, so have mom and dad!), and he's woken up each morning looking refreshed and ready for the day.
Miles may have not slept well in Denver, but boy is he making up for it this week. He has slept like a rock the last two nights, to the extent that this morning it was nearly impossible to even get him out of bed. With limited time available before I had to be out … Continue reading Day 171
"Brian, your phone is vibrating." I was still very much asleep when I heard Jaclyn's voice, although I started slowly coming around to consciousness as I picked up on the persistent buzzing of my phone. Why was the alarm set to silent? Only my half-awake, middle-of-the-night-stupor self could speak to that, but it did give … Continue reading Day 149