Today Colt was my favorite kid.
Oddly, he's not the one massively interrupting my sleep. Dragon decided he wasn't tired last night. Not tired at all. An hour after we put him to bed he was still awake. Then he started fussing around 10:30p or 11 because he was hot and every 20 minutes he'd start crying again. Desperate to actually sleep I finally just made him a bed on the floor in our room around midnight. Big mistake.
Around 12:30 or 12:45 he was driving one of the trucks he found near his new "bed" all around our room. By 1am he was playing chase in circles around Colt's bed while I tried to grab him and get him to go downstairs.
We finally got downstairs and I turned a movie on hoping he'd fall asleep.
I dozed in and out of a restless sleep until he woke me up with "More. More. More." His show was over and he was ready for another. I turned the TV off and told him to close his eyes.
He finally fell asleep around 4:30am. At 6:45a Colt woke up needing to be fed. While attempting to feed Colt, I jostled the couch just enough that Dragon woke up feeling miserable, obviously, and continued crying for several minutes while Ben tried to find a way to console him. It didn't work.
The rest of the morning was spent with a very ornery little boy but we tried to have fun anyway. I don't think we were very successful except for that wonderful 20 minutes he spent in the bathtub.
Luckily for me, and Dragon, we all slept all afternoon.
And then I looked at pictures of him when he wasn't so ornery and I remembered how much I love my little guy even if I do feel like I'm literally on the brink of passing out from tiredness.