So, apparently, baby's bedtime is not dictated by when I'd like to put my feet up, drink a glass of wine and have a (already late) dinner. Typically I'd be rocking/nursing Judie to sleep from 6 or 6:30 onwards, taking 1 to 2 hours to get him to finally fall alseep and stay that way. He is a baby. He needs more sleep than his brother. He's not supposed to be awake after 2 hours of wakefullness. But tonight, after 3 unsuccessful beddings of young Jude, I sat up with him a while (and ate pizza over his tummy, messily too, but I was starving and ohmygod it was so delish and the wine is pretty nummers too of course) and when he was finally acting fatigued I took him back to his room, rocked him 10 minutes, and he was out. Huh. Who knew?