Olympic Insomnia

Have I mentioned that Caleb likes to join us in bed in the middle of the night? Well he does. Frequently. Sometimes, he is polite and waits until Scott is already up and getting ready so that he just climbs in next to me and we sleep blissfully until Scott wakes us up. And then there are nights like last night. Nights where he is not so polite. Nights where 3:30 am seems like the perfect time to join Mom and Dad. And although last night was such a night, Dad was not feeling like 3:30 am was such a nice time for a visit, perhaps because Dad may be afflicted with his second round of strep this month, or perhaps because Dad was only about 30 minutes from his own alarm. Regardless, Dad wasn't feeling it and was being rather grumpy about it, which meant that Mom had to take Caleb back to bed and tuck him in and prevent hysterics. Which left Mom quite wakeful at 3:30 am. So what else is there to do at 3:30 am other than watch Olympic figure skating?? Which explains why Mom is quite tired tonight, and quite hopeful that Caleb remains in his own room for the duration.