My Night Was Fantastic, You?

It's 4:30 AM.

I've been laying down with this screaming child in the hopes that he'd go back to sleep for the past two hours.

I'm trying to play doctor.

Is it his stomach?

Is it his teeth?

Is it his ears?

I don't know, it could be all three.

I finally give him a bath in the hopes that he'll feel better.

Oh, he feels better, alright.

So much better, in fact that now he's wide awake.

So, here I sit, half-asleep,

watching him crawl around doing his usual 'take out the batteries in the remote, repeat 'dada' over and over in his sing song voice, try to get a game of peek-a-boo going' routine.

Even though I'm super tired and kind of annoyed, I can't help but give this little guy kisses and marvel at what an adorable little guy he is.

Even at 4:30 AM.