Okay, I cannot say that this is unexpected. It just sucks.
Remember, way back when, when I said that The Boy was consistently getting through the night? Well, not the last two. The last two nights have sucked beyond belief. He's woken up at midnight - when I'm settling in for my long winter's nap - and wanted to play with Daddy until he falls asleep again at 1:30. Then he wakes up at 2:30 and decides that he's hungry... and then wants to play some more, until he falls asleep at 4-ish. Then, The Wife hands him to me at 5:30 with a cheerful "Good morning!"
Don't get me wrong. He's REALLY cute, and he's REALLY sweet. He authentically only wants attention and company. He wants to chew on some toys or on Daddy's finger, or he wants to jump in his Jumparoo, or he wants to watch television. (Not really on the last one. I've been turning the TV off when he's been paying attention to what's on the screen. I do have it on sometimes, for noise and company, when I don't feel like setting the iPod to play.) He's not screaming and crying - much. He's smiling and happy and bouncy and energetic and... well, there's a reason that I'm in love with that little guy. I just REALLY wish that it wasn't at 3:30AM. "Only mad dogs and Englishmen," indeed.
On the brighter side, the last couple of days have been beautiful 50-degree days, so The Boy and I have gotten out to walk around. We went to the comic book store yesterday, just to hang out and chat a little bit. Today we went to the bakery and bought a treat for Daddy, because he had just run a couple of miles on the treadmill and needed the carbs.
>sigh< Now to watch the end of "Snakes on a Plane" and go to sleep. Maybe both at the same time.