So the crying starts somewhere around 12:30 am. Who knows, maybe it was really 12:45. You know how things seem SO long when you are trying to sleep and are interrupted. Well, that is how it was. I decide I am playing hard ball because Porter has been waking up at odd times for the past three or four days and he needs to learn to sleep through the night as he was previously doing. Finally at 1 am I give in. Maybe he just NEEDS his mommy. I go and get him only for him to continue thrashing and throwing a fit. Ok, maybe he doesn't need his mom. Maybe he just needs Nyquil. Wait a second, I gave him Nyquil before I layed him down. So why the heck is he awake?! Now, I'm fired up! I give him water and he calms down and falls back asleep. I lay him in his crib only for the fit to continue right where he had left off. As I lay down again, I remind myself that I am playing hard ball. The crying continues and after 10 minutes, he wins. He finds himself a comfy spot right next to me in my bed which leaves me in some awkward position with one arm looking for a place to go and the other trapped under me. What ever makes you happy, Porter! "At least maybe he'll sleep in tomorrow," I tell myself as I look at the clock at 2am. Who knows, maybe these days 6:15 is considered sleeping in.............. I guess I'll have to wait for all my kids to be at of the house before I really get sleep. Who needs sleep anyway?!