I've jinxed myself...

by talking about how Zander had slept in his bed two nights in a row without waking up and screaming. Well, we paid for that last night by him waking up at 3am and refusing to go back to sleep. I sat with him for a while and then he woke up the baby so I had to go and tend to her, which meant that Stephen had to get up and try to get Zander to quiet down and go to sleep. No such luck. After I finished feeding Grace and got her back down to sleep, I returned to Zander's room, where he was simultaneously yacking Stephen's ear off and jumping on him like a deranged mini-wrestler. I told him to go back to bed and tried my hand at getting Zander to go back to sleep. It was like getting a Mexican jumping bean to be still. Eventually, he succumbed to the sandman but only after cajoling, snuggling and a back rub from me. By the time I got back into bed it was 5:30am, only an hour and a half before baby's next feeding. I am theposter child for sleep deprivation!