Sunday night was another record-breaking night. Ethan simply didn’t want to go to bed. When we took him into the living room to play, he looked like he was sleepy, so we took him into the room. But when he was in the room, he held either Daddy or Mommy’s finger, and motioned for us to take him out by running over to the closed door. In the end, the three of us went to bed together, at the same time, and we *made* Ethan sleep by relying on the age-trusted method of breastfeeding. It was close to midnight then.
It was as though Ethan did not want to sleep because he knew the weekend would be over as soon as he fell asleep. Yeah, don’t we all wish the weekend would go on forever?