"...I've got the will to drive myself sleepless..."

We are now on Day Two of Thomas's evil plan to Never Sleep Again And Drive My Parents Insane. His plan is going swimmingly. He lets me get just enough sleep at night so that I'm not too seriously tempted to sell him on eBay, but not one minute more. He puts off that sleep until we are just about ready to start screaming, then he passes out with a big grin on his face. He sleeps for about three hours, then wakes up to nurse. He sleeps another two hours, then wakes up to nurse again. Then he sleeps another two hours, but he kicks, punches and wiggles the entire time to ensure that I'm only half asleep. Again, he's grinning. It's a cute grin; he's a cute kid. Cute often acts as a front for pure evil. I actually rather admire his efforts. I mean, he's just three months old, he can't speak, he can't crawl, he's only just figured out how to roll over, and he's already mastered psychological warfare. He can keep his victims alive and just sane enough to function and take care of his needs (and lo his needs are many) while still driving them beyond the point of being able to shower, dress themselves or carry on a conversation with any adult who is not also a victim. Honestly, it brings a tear of maniacal parental joy to my red-veined eye.
The Face of Evil.

[Please note that he is awake in this picture. Awake and very, very smug.]