boycott...

In the past couple days...Nick...who has always been fairly easy to put to bed has gone into full-scale boycott mode.  A toddler lacking sleep is just not fun.  He fusses about, yells, throws his soother, all quite exciting...not really. Patrick and I pretty certain someone is busting out a molar.  Eventually this to will pass, but I do spend time wondering..."what am I doing wrong!?"  This will eventually pass and we will move onto some other chaotic weirdness.  I suspect that the chaotic weirdness might be served up by Isis, she is once again seeking the yard for things to murder.  Soon little tiny carcasses will show up across the garden.  Well at least Nick will be able to learn how to identify birds, bunnies, and mice early on and their organs...