Mixed Bag

Our little timesink went to bed as usual at 8:30 but then decided he needed a snack at 11:30. He's now decided that waking up at 3 am is a darn good time for everyone's day to start. He's playing with his little toys and squealing up a storm. I could use some sleep. I miss those seven to ten days when he slept for nine hours straight. Seems like it was just two months ago. Maybe it was; it's hard to count when you're this tired.