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.