Grant is not going to sleep tonight, according to him. It's almost 10:00pm, and he's been awake since about 1:15 with no more than about 30 minutes of sleep sprinkled throughout the day in the car. He's fighting it pretty hard, and we have him laying in the bed with us, hoping that it will make him more comfortable maybe? Anyway, he rolled over on his tummy and we thought it was going to be the end of the wide awake happy baby time (because have you heard about how much this kid hates tummy time?), but instead, he realized the Mavs were playing, propped himself up, and became engrossed in the game. Boy much? Me thinks.