Restless-er

So I picked up Duncan from daycare at 4:00, only to discover he had not napped at all. I should have known. With Duncan, sleep is like the Matthew effect; the rich get richer, and the poor get poorer. He will probably sleep poorly tonight, nap poorly tomorrow, yadda yadda yadda until eventually he becomes so tired that he can't go on. He fell asleep in the car 15 minutes away from home, and I didn't trust myself to drive around in my tired state so we sat in the driveway until I could say he had napped for 30 minutes. Then he cried pretty continually until dinner, picked and chose his way through some food, behaved like a banshee on the potty, refused to have his hair rinsed in the tub, and deigned to have a few stories read to him. He went enthusiastically to his room, where he promptly got up two times within minutes. Jamie's sitting with him now to keep him from getting out of bed, and yes, there is even more whining and crying...something particularly painful that sounds like "nyah nyah, unh, unh." So when you look at the gorgeous Baby Gap picture from yesterday, remember that all silver linings have some cloud. Roger and Marcie - it gets better, but it can always come back to get you.