Children are enough to send the most dogmatic rationalist into wide-eyed chicken waving and entrail reading. I was gone this weekend, so I missed the first stages of the Great Sleep Change. Eli decided that he wanted to get up at 5:00 or 5:30 in the morning. By the time I was back home on Sunday night, we’d started trying a number of things. Let’s keep him up a little later! And put a blanket on his bed! And dance in the hopes that the sleep god will smile upon us, for the love of all that is holy, don’t you know we’re no good at being sleep deprived any more!!!!

This morning he was quiet until 6:30. When I went in to get him out of bed and change his diaper, I discovered that he wasn’t dirty. “That’s it!” I told Misty. “He didn’t have much to eat last night, so he was able to sleep later! No dinner for him!” Misty talked me out of my plan. Mostly.