Mr. Sandman, where art thou?

Big E has always been a great sleeper.  Until recently (damn you daylight savings!), I could get away with putting him to sleep for the night between 6:30 and 7 and he'd sleep until 7:30 in the morning.  It was amazing and I was very grateful.

I understand that as he gets older he needs less sleep,  The problem is, he is harder to take care of as he gets older and, therefore, Mrs. Yoy needs more sleep.  It seems to be a problem without a solution.

I find myself doing activities intentionally to wear Big E out.  It's not that he doesn't love running back and forth across our lawn a hundred times as we run football drills comparable with the Dallas Cowboys.  It's just maybe my intentions are split between me wanting him to have fun and me wanting to exhaust him for bedtime.

Clearly, my theory is flawed.  I put him in bed about an hour ago.  I tucked him in and did the whole song and dance.

It is late.

Mommy is going night-night, too.


Little E is also sleeping.


We'll play in the morning.


He is still up.  He is still singing.  He's not crying, so that is a plus.

Next up for tomorrow, a half marathon in 90 degree heat.  That should do the trick.