Tapeta lucidum and all! (OK, not really.)
Jake decided 7:00 pm. was a good time for a nap. He took a long-ish nap in the early afternoon, so I thought today would be a one-nap day. (Most days are two-nap days. But not all days.) And now, it’s a bit after midnight and he just will not fall asleep. And I can’t say I’ve tried very hard, but when you do the sure-fire things like lay in bed with him and nurse in a dark, quiet bedroom and every two minutes he pops up and starts giggling hysterically and shows absolutely no sign of needing sleep, like, ever, you kind of throw in the towel on the effort pretty quickly.
So now he’s up, waddling around the living room while Frank watches whatever he’s watching, eating Goldfish and saying “Dog” over and over again. Oh, and the giggling too. The nonstop, joyous, beautiful, endearing, adorable giggling. I only wish I sort of didn’t know the giggling meant he is nowhere near tired.
The unfortunate bit is that Lane has already been asleep for two hours. I swear each week these two make a schedule. “Ok, Jake, you want to stay up late Tuesday and Thursday, and I’ll cover Monday, Wednesday, Friday? Sounds good! Go Team!”
Ramblings of a pseudo intellectual 