Last night the little man decided he was boycotting sleep.
See the few nights before he had slept so long through the evening that I was worried he'd be up all night so I mentioned to Matt that I was going to give him a bath to wake him up. I think he heard because last night sleep was not in his plans.
He fussed and fought sleep and for three hours I stared at this tired little face:
We cycled him through every baby gadget we possess only for it to last five minutes before we heard, "eh, eh eh, WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
We both held him, swaddled him, cradled him, hugged him and all for nothing as sleep was just something he could not let himself do. He must have thought he was going to miss all the excitement if he did.
Finally, at 10:45, he deemed daddy worthy enough to lay his head: