Rude Awakening

I just have to post this because I'm still laughing about it. Poor Wes. So the story goes....

Last night before bed, I informed Dave that it was his turn to wake up and feed Wes since I haven't been feeling well and really needed my sleep. Wes only wakes up once at about 4am for a feeding so we rotate every now and then. Now, let me give you some background. Dave has always been the most incredible sleeper. He can sleep through anything and fall back asleep like it's no big deal. I, on the other hand, really have a hard time with both of those things. When we got married, Dave learned that I was a grizzly bear if my sleep was interrupted because it was so hard to fall back asleep. Dave really struggled with it, and I have made a conscious effort to not lose it when I don't get my sleep. Lately, Dave is getting a taste of what I've been going through and has had trouble falling back asleep when feeding Wes and thus, he occasionally complains when it's his turn to do a night feeding. Last night was one of those nights but he complied.

We shut off the lights at around 11pm and fell into a deep slumber. I briefly hear Knox make a slight wimper but usually it's incorporated in my dreams unless it's a prolonged period of crying. Something awakens me and I look at the clock and it says 12:25. I then notice the hall light on and look to my side and Dave is gone. I get up to investigate and see that Wes's bedroom door is open and there is Dave in the chair trying to pry a bottle into Wes's mouth. I ask him what in the world he's doing and he says that he is doing is nightly duty and feeding Wes...duh. I ask him if Wes was crying, he says that he heard him make a sound. I then ask if Wes was awake when he came in, he said no. I asked if he had to wake him up, he said yes. I then asked if he looked at the clock, and of course the answer was no. I told him it was 12:30 and the noise he heard was Knox, not Wes. Poor Wes! Dave had marched in there, ripped his blankets off, changed his diaper, and was shoving a bottle in his mouth that he did not want wondering why he wasn't eating! The kid was in a coma. Then the grizzly bear came full circle and Dave asked me why I didn't tell him. Really? For once in my life I didn't wake up to the slightest noise and it was my fault Dave didn't look at the clock or pick up on the most obvious clue that Wes wasn't even awake. I started laughing, and that just made him more irritated. He told me he wasn't waking up again and when 4am rolled around I didn't risk waking the bear and went in and fed Wes.

Guess who didn't sleep last night? It was worth a great laugh though and of course in the morning once he's properly rested, Dave had a good laugh too. And apologized for blaming it on me.

Speaking of good laughs, we also got a laugh out of this picture. We were trying to take a self portrait of us reading together at night. Apparently Wes didn't get the memo to act natural and pretend we're reading....