It's always in the wee hours of the morning that I question Kent and my decision to ever have children. Are they even worth it?! Zeb woke up at three this morning- for good. He ran up and down the hallway- dumped out his basket of toys- and giggled every time he ran into our bedroom and saw Kent sleeping. Kent has a test on Monday and has a terrible fever and sore throat so I was the lucky parent to deal with our dilemma this time. I'd leave him in his crib to scream for a few hours- but I feel so guilty when I hear the neighbors upstairs wake up because of him (his bedroom is directly below theirs and they have a newborn baby). Luckily last night there were very few tears-it was just his asthmatic cough and spurts of laughter. I brought him to the front room to entertain himself while I attempted to zonk on the couch. Everytime I'd fall asleep he'd come, lay his head next to mine, tap my head with his little pointer finger, and then give me the cheesiest smile ever. It's hard to not smile and be so irritated all at the same time.
He happily welcomed my seminary students at six and sat with us throughout our scripture mastery/apostle trashcan basketball game. At 7:15 he zonked sitting up while watching some of his favorite music videos on youtube. I sent kent off to school and as soon as I decided to catch up on sleep at 8:15, he woke up ready to go. Needless to say, it has been a very very long day for us.
Sidenote: I should add that little Zeb is worth the tiredness and shenanigans-It's just really difficult to remember that in the middle of the night.