I'm pretty sure my sons are too young and their communication skills too juvenile to put their heads together and formulate cunning plans, but if they weren't I'd be tempted to wonder.
Because just as our one year-old baby started sleeping through the night last week, our toddler stopped. There wasn't even one measly night of uninterrupted sleep in between the switch. Not even a hint.
You see, we have a small M.I.L.K. problem over here. We've taken to spelling the word to avoid saying it out loud, because saying it is like announcing that everyone can just skip dinner and move straight to chocolate pudding. The mere mention of the white stuff and I can practically hear the cogs of my toddler's brain ticking as he contemplates holding off on dinner in favour of his preferred meal - milk.
So, after several nights of being woken up for cow juice (while our baby slept blissfully across the hall), we decided to take a stand.
It's not as easy at it seems though - this taking a stand business. Sounds good, but really it's bloody hard.
But when, at 4 this morning I heard the familiar cry "MAMAAA? MAMAAA!", I stood firm despite the urge to hand over the milk and climb back into bed.
Thirty minutes and two more visits later, one alternative offer of water in a sippy cup rejected, no longer willing to argue about milk, I climbed into my toddler's bed. Last resort.
"Okay sweetie, time to sleep now."
In a last ditch attempt to divert his attention, I start singing.
"Edleweiss, Edelweiss, you look happy to see me. Small and white, clean and bright..."
He seems somewhat amused by this.
I finish Edelweiss and tell him "Okay now it's time to sleep. Goodnight.".
"More songs mama!"
"Okay. Twinkle twinkle little star...."
And then "Another song?".
"Just one more song... The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout... down came the rain... and washed the spider out... I don't know the words but I'm singing anyway... and it's five o'clock in the morning and I want to go to sleep."
I pretend to be asleep.
"More spider song mama!"
Flip. The one flipping song I don't know the words too.
Eventually, after - no kidding - ten songs, he closes his eyes. I'm drifting off to sleep when suddenly I sense him turn to look at me.
I open one eye slowly to see him staring back at me wide-eyed and extremely awake.
"Tickle tickle!" He yells in my ear and begins tickling me. Which, of course, is hysterical at five in the morning.
This is how it went on, until about 5:30 in the morning when finally I crawled back into my bed.
In the end though, despite all the antics, he didn't get his way - no milk.
So, we're hopeful that our efforts will secure us a whole night of sleep. Soon. Maybe tonight.
IT'S BEEN A YEAR PEOPLE.