The night from h-e-doublehockeysticks

After two weeks of angelicness, Jacob has decided to awaken his inner colic. I exaggerate a little; he does have periods of wakefulness during the day when he is content to sit in his little chair and look around, especially at windows, lamps, or big brother. Then he has other periods where he fusses when held, bounced, sitting still, lying down, swaddled...you name it. My baby bible says it's perfectly normal for babies his age to have 15- to 60-minute periods of unexplained crying without having a baby who is qualifiably colicky. It is my hunch that he is a gassy man. He is pretty difficult to burp, but if you really whomp on his back after a feeding session you are almost always rewarded with a trucker-sized belch. And the farting, oh, it is of Olympic proportions.

Yesterday a combination of this perhaps-gassiness and sleeping all day led Jacob to stay awake, and nearly constantly fussing, from 11 until 3. Because I have the boobies, I automatically get nighttime Jacob duty. Let's just say I watched way too many dating shows on MTV to possess working brain cells any more. And then, just as Jacob finally gave up his vigil, Isaac woke up at 3. Luckily I have the greatest hubs ever, who has volunteered for Isaac nighttime duty for the foreseeable future. But poor Dada couldn't get Isaac to go back to sleep until 5, when us parents met in the kitchen to fix him a sippy of warm milk. Dada is sacked out on the couch now and has been since 8. He was unable to fall back asleep this morning and has had a loooooong day. Bless him, he let me sleep till 9:30.

I have higher hopes for tonight, since Isaac looked extremely exhausted from his anti-sleep vigil last night and Jacob spent a huge amount of time this evening awake already. Let's hope we're not in for many more nights like that, though, since we do need our Dada to not fall asleep while he's teaching his class.