I was forced to leave bed in the middle of the night after hearing Miles wailing and banging on his door for several minutes, and when I entered his room he started giving me all sorts of typical excuses for his behavior. Some of The ClassicsTM I was treated to included: "I'm scared of the … Continue reading Year 5, Day 20
While Miles mercifully waited until around 5:00 this morning to start screaming for us and banging on his door, I once again found myself imploring him to stop doing that every night and just let his mother and I get one damned night of peaceful sleep. "I wasn't screaming," Miles corrected. "I was calling for … Continue reading Year 4, Day 204
There was a time, not so long ago, when I was able to talk at my wife in peace. Sure, she still didn't hear half of what I was saying, but at least I could speak without being drowned out by eardrum-shattering screaming. Now, almost any time I start talking to Jaclyn (or vice versa), … Continue reading Year 4, Day 190
For the...third?...time this week, Miles was wide awake in the middle of the night, calling for us. He was in a pretty good mood, so I, being barely conscious enough to hold myself upright, let him come to bed with us. I had hoped he'd just snuggle up with us and go back to sleep. … Continue reading Year 4, Day 162
Miles is very protective (or whiny, depending on your perspective) of certain things, one of which is music. If he has deemed something "his song" and you start singing it, you'd best be ready for a swift and decisive (and shrill and, yes, whiny) verbal assault. "No!" Miles will scream. "That's MY song! Don't do … Continue reading Year 3, Day 359
Miles took time out of his morning to scream at the workers installing a sidewalk on our street. "NO, MOVE!" he yelled. It's essentially the toddler equivalent of "GET OFFA MY LAWN YOU!"
Separated at birth?
Miles woke up a bit fussy last night, so I got up and held him a little before setting him back down in his Pack 'n' Play with some toys. At this point, his crying turned into...well, give it a listen.
Since he was born, Miles has had a rechargeable, egg-shaped nite lite that we've used from time to time (i.e., when it's actually charged) to avoid leaving him in pitch black room at bedtime. I came home the other day to find that it now had a face on it. I had no idea how … Continue reading Day 239
Jaclyn had a salon appointment tonight, which didn't sound like a particularly fun way for Miles and me to spend our evening. I clearly underestimated Miles's affinity for plush leather chairs.