Friday night

5 minutes: walk hallways of building with Isaiah

5 minutes: chase running child on wet sidewalk 

3 minutes: kick wet leaves 

12 minutes: watch trucks from overpass, wave at bus 

5 minutes: play "catch me" in hallway 

10 minutes: read book, leafing through boring pages looking for more pictures of trucks and tractors 

15 minutes: make assorted truck noises while Isaiah drives truck and tractor across couch, my stomach, legs and chest 

5 minutes: truck and tractor noises on the floor 

2 minutes: perch tractor on back of dump truck and alternate truck noises with mooing

2 minutes: stack blocks so they can be knocked over 

7 minutes: watch tractor videos on Youtube 

5 minutes: perch stuffed toy lobster on head, make it fall off, repeat 

5 minutes: animate various stuffed animals with voices and wind hanging music box with rotating animals 

10 minutes: juggle balls and stuffed animals of assorted sizes 

3 minutes: bounce ball into crib onto prone, silly boy 

3 minutes: laugh punchily along with said prone, silly boy 

3 minutes: change diaper while distracting prone, silly boy with stuffed baby bird, diaper-changing patter 

5 minutes: Dad brushes teeth, Isaiah brushes teeth 

10 minutes: read bedtime books 

2 minutes: Boy's bottom lip starts to protrude, face turns red 

2 minutes: Balance yelling boy, turn off lights closest to bed, turn down covers  

Mom returns at just the right time  

15 minutes: nurse, try to go to sleep (Dad has no involvement) 

10 minutes: Young novelist pounds on keyboard in imitation of Mom and Dad, interrupting evening blog in progress and stopping tractor videos  

Back to bed and more nursing (again, no Dad)

Addendum

5 a.m., Isaiah wakes up, thrashes around, won't go back to sleep with nursing, cuddling, diaper change, new clothes. Finally I set him on the floor. He walks into the living room and says "TRUCKS." I dozed on the couch while he played and eventually he went back to mom and sleep.