There was no night last night. At least not for our sweet, lovable kid. [Adjectives employed to remind myself that despite the thoughts that run through my head at 3AM, he is always sweet and lovable.]
To be fair, we did it to him. We stayed “late” [8:30] at Garrett’s graduation party because we were having a great time, which meant he went down at my parents’ house. When we woke him up, that meant it was no longer night. Apparently.
Greg said, “I did the math. He woke me up at 10:30 and midnight…you up around 1, 3 and then was crying again around 5 and I had to rock him until…maybe fell asleep while doing it….that means I got 4.5 hours from 12:30 to 5, and you got got 3 hours from 10 to 1..then we took several short naps in a row….butt head.”
Lesson–NEVER DO THE MATH.
Caroline Mitchell Carrico 
The math will just leave you depressed! I think this is why baby clothes say “Mommy loves me!” or “I love Mommy and Daddy!” It’s to remind us, in the middle of the night, when we are groggy and don’t think we can take anymore.