OK, so I didn't get a lot of sleep last night and it was mostly due to that baby. He thinks that just because he is cute and smiles whenever he sees me that it's OK for him to wake up in the middle of the night and yell until I come get him. I have no idea how the others slept through the yelling --- it wasn't crying, just sort of fussing in order to get attention. I went downstairs where he and his brother and father are camped out while their house is being renovated and their mommy/wife is in the hospital. Daddy and brother and Uncle Mark were sleeping while baby Brendon crawled all over them yelling. I am not kidding.
Brendon fell asleep soon after I brought him to bed with Bob and me, snuggled like a small epileptic octopus between the two of us. He slept like a squirmy log for all of three hours, maybe. Then he woke up again. And so did I. I love 5 a.m. At least I got some computer time before I had to go to work.
Bedtime will come early tonight. I hope it lasts all night this time. Because that baby is cute, but he ain't that cute.