Asleep, Asleep . . .

Ethan hates to sleep. Or should I say, Ethan hates to sleep when we want him to sleep. From birth he's resisted all of my best attempts to "sleep train" him (and yes, I read all the books that claim ANY child's sleep patterns can be molded, blah, blah, blah). So, on Saturday night when Ethan was still going strong at 11 pm, Will & I turned out the lights and told him goodnight. He eventually made it to his bed we assume. Instead of sleeping in that morning he got up with Luke at 6:45 am and played hard all day, including 2 hours of nursery at church. To our surprise, he refused to sleep during his afternoon nap and continued his day of play in the bedroom. Then, the inevitable crash occurred. Around five in the afternoon, unbeknownest to us, Ethan decided he wanted to wash his hands in the bathroom. He pumped and pumped that soap bottle so hard that some soap squirted up into his eye, which led to the immediate reaction of rubbing the eye with his soap covered hands. That's when Will heard his screaming and proceeded to flush Ethan's eyes (and face, hair, shirt, arms, etc.) with water while Ethan just bawled and bawled. This picture is of him exhausted on the couch after his soap trauma during dinnertime--exactly when you don't want your kid to sleep! The only silver lining to this whole incident: it will never be repeated because Ethan is deathly afraid of the soap bottle now.