No sleep til Brooklyn

Remember two weeks ago when I said Jack was sleeping through the night?

He did. For six straight nights. And then he stopped.

He stopped, of course, just when we were starting to feel smug. Each morning I would wake refreshed and without my left arm asleep under the weight of my body. I had even stopped waking every hour to check the clock and marvel at how long he had been sleeping.

Oh that smugness, it bites ya in the ass every time.

We went away overnight and he went to Grandma's and I'm sure since it was out of his normal routine and sleep setting, he woke up. Then the next night he wet through his jammies and his sheets. Then the next night, well I think he just figured the all-you-can-eat breastaurant was open for business so he might as well get his fill.

So we're back to the 3 a.m. wakeups and the sleeping in our bed half the night.

I am, however, getting some better naps out of him. So I guess it's six of one, half-dozen of another. Granted, his afternoon nap is 30 minutes in his crib and two hours on my lap, but he's sleeping isn't he?

I almost think it's worse that he slept those six nights. We know he can do it. He's clearly just screwing with us now.