Scout’s amazing sleep pattern came to an abrupt end last night when he started crying at 3:45.  I waited to see if he was going to nod off again, but after about 10 minutes, I went up to get him.  Interesting that his face wasn’t totally red a blotchy like when he is in a “real” cry.  Nonetheless, I retrieved him and brought him down to our bed.  He wasn’t even interested in going back to sleep, and based on past experience, I figured he was hungry.  I had also already offered him everything else, to which I got an emphatic NO.  I headed to the pantry where I was going to fill his bowl with oatmeal.  He was by my side and all of a sudden stopped whimpering/whining and turned to the word “Peees”!  (Please in Scout talk).  He said it about six times before I looked at what he was talking about, and then I realized that he was pointing at the Bisquick box with pancakes on it, and he was asking for me to “Peeeees” make pancakes for him.  I told him that daddy probably wanted to, and to take the box back to him in bed.  I had to help him carry it, but when we reached Micah, and when I told him what Scout really wanted, we had a good laugh.

No pancakes were made in the middle of the night, but I did put a good heaping scoop of brown sugar in his oatmeal.  He ate every bite, and when Micah left to work, he put Scout down again.  But my favorite part of the morning was when Seth, who is in town on business, came into my room at 9:15 as I was still sleeping (after being up with Scout for about three hours in the middle of the night) and said, “So this is what you and Brett (his wife/mother to five rambunctious boys) do all day…..man this is the good life.”