Raising Paige

Was there ever a sequel to Sleepless in Seattle? I’m guessing everyone was just too tired to write one. I know the feeling. So I already did a post on being tired thanks to Paige waking up in the night but I noticed I didn’t go into a lot of detail on how that affects us. Us being me and my wife. Let’s be honest. Husbands and wives don’t always get along. Throw in a toddler when you’re both over 40 and include a restless night’s sleep and things can get worse. By worse I mean saying and doing things you don’t really intend to simply because you’re tired or in a zombie-like trance and don’t really realize it. As a husband I have found that these are the times when you need to apologize, even if an apology isn’t necessarily needed. After all, we’re both in the same boat. Paige doesn’t wake up every night on purpose just to interrupt our sleep so it’s not really her fault we’re tired. We don’t get upset with her for waking up but we certainly get upset with each other over...

Bringing a new human into the world is nothing short of a miracle. Not a modern-day miracle like cheese in a can or the Toronto Maple Leafs making the playoffs two years in a row, but a bona fide old-world miracle. Just take a second to think about how that life begins (probably my favorite part) and how a small human enters this world and grows to become a big human. Hopefully a big human that knows how to navigate a traffic circle properly. In the first few years they grow and develop so quickly it's important to cherish the little things. Raising Paige is no different. For example, about a year ago I could sit on the couch with Paige on my lap and feed her a bottle. I would gently tap my leg up and down and the rhythm along with my body heat would put her to sleep and she would sleep on me for an hour or so. Now she takes my hand and drags me to the refrigerator for a bottle, takes it from my hand, sits in her own chair and then hands it to me when she's done. Essent...