Brian decided sleep was for the weak.
Woke up for the day at 2:15 on Thursday morning.
Fell asleep around 4 Thursday afternoon and couldn't be woken up no matter the amount of jostling.
Then was awake again, for the day, at 1:30 AM on Friday morning.
I, on the other hand, require sleep. A lot of it.
And it makes me grumpy to not be well-rested.
However, when I'm done pretending I'm still asleep, I turn on my bedroom light.
He immediately bounds over from his room with a little skip in his step and stops in my doorway.
He tilts his head, gives me the cutest grin, clasps his hands in front of his chest and says, "Mom! Hi Mom! It Mom! A Mom! Mom!"
He stays right there, grinning, until I say, "Hi Brian!"
He repeats, "Mom! Hi Mom! It Mom! A Mom! Mom!"
I laugh as he continues to stay glued to one spot.
"Do you want to come in Brian?"
He then sprints in and jumps on my bed and gets under the cover and starts squeezing my cheeks and playing with my hair while repeating, "Mom! Hi Mom! It Mom! A Mom! Mom!"
And no matter how sleep-deprived I am, I just can't stop squeezing him and being astonished at how much I love that little boy.
Sleep is for the weak.