So, the little boy has decided that sleep is for suckahs. We used to have a fairly predictable schedule... wake up, eat, change, play, and after two hours of being up, have a nap. All I had to do was swaddle him up, put him on my lap and rock him a wee bit, and he would turn his sweet little head into the crook of my elbow, snuggle in, and go to sleep.

Now, he's up for three, four, sometimes five hours. All the old tricks to get him to bed don't work anymore. Now it's swaddling, followed by an hour of screaming and squirming, until I finally break down and go to the last resort - nursing lying down in bed (and I'm not allowed to go anywhere after or he'll wake up). This has put quite the damper on my evenings... five old friends found me on facebook and I've been meaning to write long notes to them all, and there's a half-finished scrapbook page sitting in the office upstairs, and I hadn't touched my clean-but-not-folded laundry in days. Last night he finally went down somewhat easily (only 20 minutes of protesting), and I got the laundry folded at least.

Just when I was getting used to (and dare I say, even good with) the old schedule, it changed. Of course.