Such was the case early Sunday morning at about 3:15 He had already woken up to eat twice before (he usually only wakes up to eat twice total), so I had not gotten much sleep by that point. After feeding him (which took about fifteen minutes), I held him and rocked him and tried to get him to fall back asleep. No dice. He didn't even drift off in my arms only to wake up when I laid him back down as is his usual M.O. Jack was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed the whole time.
Had it been a few hours later I would have loved to have stayed up and made faces at him and played with him, as he was clearly in the mood for. But it was nearing 4 AM and I was dog tired.
After struggling with Jack for half an hour (until it actually was 4 AM) I decided Lewis needed a turn. I shook Lewis awake and presented him with his son. Lewis barely acknowledged that Jack was now with him so I placed Lewis' hands on Jack's back so he wouldn't roll off his chest and put our large body pillow on the edge of the bed for extra security.
Satisfied that Lewis could now share in my lack of sleep and positive that Jack would shortly start wiggling and kicking his dad so he'd have to wake up all the way, I lied down to finally get some sleep. As I did, I rolled over on my side to check on Jack since Lewis still didn't seem very awake. Jack was resting peacefully with his eyes shut. Seriously?!
Just as I started to close my eyes I saw Jack open his ever so slightly, look straight at me, and smirk.