King Ryan

I won. I believe that daddy's exact words were "Ryan kicked my ass... a three month old utterly defeated me".

Oh yeah, I'm the man.

For those of you who don't know, the incident I'm referring to was Saturday, June 14th when mommy went to Aunt Kathleen's bachelorette party and left me at home with dad. Now I know, I could have made it easy on him and just gone to bed calmly like I do almost every night now, but what fun would that be? Instead, I saw this as an opportunity to remind daddy exactly who's the boss - me! So, I fought sleep until he was forced to take me for a ride in the car (which is one sleep inducer that I just can't fight)...I slept till 11:30...and then after I let him feed me, I cried until mommy finally came home at almost 1 am. It's not that I don't love daddy, and I do want to make him happy, but he needs to know that I'm in charge.

But then I got to thinking, I don't want daddy to start thinking that I'm good for mommy, but not for him. So just to even things out, I gave mom a bit of a hard time on Friday night when she wanted me to go to bed. Daddy was in Florida, so mom was all alone with me. And just to make sure she has no illusions about who decides bedtime, I didn't go to sleep until 9:30, and then woke up every 3 hours until 3 am. Once 3 rolled around, I decided that I had made my point, and from then on I was great for the rest of the weekend.

Moral of the story - I AM IN CHARGE - just call me King Ryan.