I tried to wake him during the day and keep him active, I really did. But have you ever tried to keep a sleepy infant awake? It really isn't too possible. You end up with one of two outcomes: crying or sleeping. You start to play with them, you put them in the crib they hate, and they wake up crying. You walk around with them in what must be uncomfortable positions for their little bodies, and they still sleep. Fruitless.
Charles woke up around 8 pm and decided to stay up until midnight. But at midnight, he would not really sleep.
Not in his crib.
Not on Tony's chest.
Not in our bed.
Not on my chest (can't be that comfortable, what with the jutty collarbone and the mountainous breasts).
Not in the rocker.
Not curled up with me on the couch.
Where would he sleep?
Over my shoulder, as I bounced and walked up and down the stairs. You try keeping that up all night.
On top of which, Buster scared the bejesus out of himself and us at around 4 am, when he knocked over the Christmas tree that we hadn't yet gotten around to taking down. Fortunately, I had stripped it of its ornaments a week ago.
This morning, an angel in disguise, my friend Rachael, brought us a motorized swing, once rejected by her own son. Charlie loves it.
I think we might get some sleep tonight, if only because he will sleep in this swing.