Well Mr. Grant decided at 3 am that it was time to get up. Usually when I got in to lay him back down when he wakes us, I just pick him up, rub his back, sing to him, and love him back to sleep. I don’t know what the deal was, maybe that I left him with Daddy last night to go to the Xmas party and didn’t get home until 11….I don’t know but he saw me, babbled his little mommy hello and was awake. He tried to go back to sleep but was too happy to see me. I brought him into our room much to the chagrin of his Daddy.
“When he’s out of his bed, he thinks it’s time to wake up Jenny.”
Ummmm sorry Mr. Scrooge. 
So I got up with him. He played and ate breakfast from 3am to 6am. At 6 I thought it’s okay, he’ll sleep until 10 or so…it might even be better this way, since he’s going to Great Grandma Margaret’s tonight whilst the boy and I go to his work Christmas party.
No go - he was up at 8:30 SHARP, and now at 11, he’s showing no signs of sleep. He just wants to watch Cars and yell at Mater.
“NATE NATE NATE.” He screams.
*sigh* I didn’t get to bed last night until 12:30 or one. So I’m running on newborn baby sleep.
UGH. Here’s hoping for a four hour nap or something. I love this kid, but he’s wearing me out. I want to sleep. I’m afraid it’s going to be an interesting weekend. Grandma K is hopefully coming tomorrow (barring any unfortunate weather) to watch him while we go to our last marriage bible study and go out for our anniversary!!! And we have his flu shot at 9:30 am, and then to a thing at the MOA for the boy at noon.
THERE IS NO REST FOR THE WEARY.
Lighting McQueen just saved Mr. The King. The excitement is contagious…can you feel it? (Grant’s happier than a tornado in a trailer park, arms waving, dancing…)
*Sigh* I’m too tired to be excited.
