The mystery is much less mysterious now.
Over the weekend (probably Sunday), we had company in the evening. Specifically, we had company while I was putting Sam down -- note: this is important foreshadowing. To be polite, and to allow us our privacy, somebody turned off the volume on Sam's monitor. It wasn't turned off -- the power light was still on -- but the volume was totally off.
Can anybody see where this is going?
When I finally heard him, he was almost hysterical. He may have been crying for upwards of 4 minutes. We finally got him settled after about half an hour of soothing. Somehow, that's translated into a reluctance to go to sleep and some severe mistrust about us showing up if he cries. Who could have guessed?
*sigh* It's times like this when I really wish he was more logical. "Yes, I took a long time to get here. Once. In 2 years. And for technical reasons that have been rectified. You're good now, right?" Wrong.
This too shall pass, this too shall pass... (Bright side: Joey slept really well last night, and Sam, though up a couple of times, went back to sleep easily and didn't climb out of bed. Tonight shall be better still!)
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