Sleepless Nights

It is almost 3:00 a.m. I am currently at war with my almost 3 year old son. He thinks he needs to sleep - IN MY ARMS - and only there. I have to disagree. So here we are working on hour 2 of being awake in the middle of the night. He is in his room waging a great protest. Here I sit in the dark listening to the sounds coming from his room. So far, I think he has hit almost every octave on the scale. At times, I can't help but giggle quietly to myself and the sounds he makes. He is putting forth his every effort, but he forgets that his momma is hard headed too. I may pay for it tomorrow, but I am determined to win. Wish me luck!