I haven't been sleeping well lately, so tonight B declared that I got the night off to relax and get some sleep. He fed the baby, took him outside to play for a bit, and put him down for bed. The kid was acting supremely tired awfully early tonight, which landed him in bed by 7:00. B talked me into going to bed at about 8:00. Around 9:00 - prior to me getting any sleep, by the way - the babe decided that he no longer wanted to sleep.
We tried letting him cry it out for awhile, and went in to find him standing up in his crib (first time we've caught him doing that). So B had to lower the mattress, lest the youngun flip himself over the edge and get a concussion.
We tried to let him cry again. And he screamed and screamed and screamed.
We decided to get him up for a bit. He's in the midst of a major mommy phase, and he's not real big on spending time with B (at least not when he knows I'm around somewhere), but we managed to get him to go happily with B. Which would have worked out great, except I had to go to the bathroom, which is downstairs where the boys were. Once I was spotted, it was over for me. So W and I played until a few minutes ago when B and I decided he was sufficiently tired to try to put him down again. I don't hear any screaming right now, so we can only hope that he's actually down for the evening.
So much for my night off and some extra sleep. B feels guilty about it, so he told me I get to sleep in tomorrow. We'll see how well that works out. The way plans have been going around here, I'm not holding my breath (though maybe that would help me sleep...).
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