After a fabulous time at Matt’s grandparents’ Christmas Eve extravaganza in Woodland Hills, we headed back to his folks’ house in Valencia for some sleep. We all made it to bed around midnight. At 3:45 am I heard a very long, moany sort of cry – not coming from the baby’s room. I went to Max’s bed and there he was, sobbing and moaning. Matt joined me as we tried to figure out what was wrong – “Did you have a bad dream? Do you feel sick? Does something hurt? Did you wet your pj’s?” All these were met with a weepy “nooooooooo.” So after about 8 minutes of no other information, I said, “Did you do something wrong?” Max said, “Yeaaaaaaaaaaa.” “What did you do?” His reply, “I don’t want to go to sleeeeeeeeppppp.” I said, “Because you are excited about Christmas?” “Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.” So there you have it, Mr. Tender Heart. Fortunately, we got him back in bed and asleep within minutes. Later that morning we had a super time with family, though I think we yawned a couple of times. 🙂