Okay, you know that last post where I was all "Look at me! Sleeping in! Just a phase-phase-phase!"
Last night the boy woke up at 2:10 am. And that, as they say, was that.
For the record, asking for Elmo at 2:00 in the morning? Never gonna fly, kid. I don't care how whispery and cute you are. Nobody's that adorable at 2 am. Nobody.