Bowling and Sleep Deprivation

Here is an actual conversation I once had with one Aaron Taylor, after showing up unannounced at his house, and finding him in the back yard:

J: What the hell are you doing?
A: Well, this tree died.
J: So....?
A: So I'm painting one half of it red, and the other half blue.
J: Okay.

Man. As some of you know, Jackson does not sleep through the night. Never has. He only recently decided that naps were a good idea. For ever he just didn't sleep. Not at night, not during the day. There were a few times when we had to take him to the grand parents for the weekend, just so we could catch up with our friends in dreamtown, but it never worked, because our minds have programmed us to think that if he doesn't wake up every few hours than something is wrong. Well, he is making slow progress to remedy the situation. He sleeps now, but likes to get up around 4:30 or 5:00. Jen the saint usually gets up with him and lets me sleep for a little while. So once she's up and moving and has some caffeine in her, Jack decides it's time to take a nap. Usually around 8:45 or so. I think just to piss off his mommy. He's a sly one.
The point of all this is that before, if we wanted to go out, we knew he wasn't going to sleep anyway, and if he did sleep, it'd be from 3 to 9 or so on the weekends, giving us about 5 hours, which is pretty good for us. So we went out this weekend thinking that. We roll in from the bar at 2:30 or so, a little tipsy, pour ourselves into the bed, and get a whoppin' 2 and a half hours of sleep before he wakes up. Jen the saint once again took care of it, and made his some early morning eggs. I love that woman. She got a little nap later in the day, but I think she needs about three days of uninterrupted sleep to really catch up. I'm implementing a new thing where, on Saturday, I get him up and fed and out of the house as soon as possible, so Jen can sleep. We'll be spending Saturday mornings at the coffeeshop now, so if you want to come keep me company, please do so. I'm the guy with the funny glasses and the sleepy mug.
That isn't to say that we did not have a lovely weekend. This we did. Friday, Cookie joined us for some Chinese food and what we call "porch time", which is exactly what it sounds like. Saturday we dragged cookie kicking and screaming to Tulsa to attend another one-year-old's birthday party, and for that, I am truly sorry. We had a good time inspite of the heat.
We then met up with him and his new girlfriend to eat some awesome Italian food. It was muy yummy. The off to go disco bowling for Gretchen's birthday. There were about 15 of us, and we were all really bad at it, which made it a lot more fun. Jen and Alison were the surprise winners. Who knew? On to Caz's to finish up the night. There was some sort of event going on. They raffled off a Heiniken chimenia during a burn ban. I don't know why. I did walk out with a little pile of PBR swag.
Sunday was spent recuperating and eating red meat.