Tired Mizz

I don't know what to do with myself. It is 7:00 AM and Mizz is still asleep. This is the only the third time in his life that he has done this and one of them involved a time change (yes, I am counting). It seems that when you keep a toddler up until 9:30 two days in a row, the need for sleep overpowers the urge to be a rooster. Not that Mizz hasn't tired and both days he has woken up crying at 4:15 (today was an especially valiant effort), but it seems that the simple statement, "It's nighttime" and the simple question "what's next?", is all Mizz needs after some comforting to fall asleep.

Before you haul me off for child abuse, let me reassure that the late nights were well worth it. On Monday we went over to a friend's house for a quiet birthday celebration. Mizz attempted to upend her garden and did succeed in taking down a screen door much to his terror. Yesterday we drove to Corvallis to visit C, K, A and Baby A. Mizz has a serious toddler crush on big A and talks about her all the time. So all of his dreams were realized when he got a whole afternoon of hanging out with her. To top it off, he was thrilled to check out her new tunnel system. Imagine a hamster cage but larger, with shrieking toddlers instead. Hilarious. When inside became too confining/loud we adjourned to the backyard where they played with the best toddler toy of all time: water! It pours and splashes and makes a slide really slippery. Christie and I marveled over the fact that we have two amazing toddlers. I also marveled over the fact that she is doing it with a baby in tow and completing her PhD. Impressive.

It's now 7:25 and Twinkle, Twinkle has started. I must go get the Pea.