lots and lots of crawfish! photo credit: caitlin fitzwater i hoped that maybe, MAYBE, john's full saturday and late bedtime would equate to sleeping in on sunday morning. after all, we didn't officially have to be anywhere until the crawfish boil started at 2pm. alas ... no such luck. whether we set a pattern by waking up early for the flight, or whether the time change threw him off, or whether he just felt like rising early, at 4:30am i heard a little voice from the pack n play next to me. "mommy? daddy?" i leaned over and pulled him into bed with me, grabbing his milk so he could maybe drink and snuggle and drift back to sleep. instead, he sat on me, laid on me, cuddled me, and periodically said things like, "grandpa, where are you?" ("he's sleeping baby. go back night night.") or "get up, mommy. go on airplaine." ("no, sweetie, we're not going on an airplane until tuesday. go back to sleep.") after about ...