More caffeine, please...

So, Riley has decided to throw caution to the wind and STOP sleeping through the night. And it's killing Jim and I...a slow, slow death that has only been alleviated these last couple of days by heaping amounts of caffeine of the coffee variety. Now, Jim is no stranger to drinking lots of coffee but I'm usually a one-cupper and I only drink it because it tastes good. However, lately, with our little (and by little, I mean MONSTROUSLY atrocious) sleeping issue that is most likely attributed to a new teething round, I feel as though I should start drinking my coffee via IV drip. He basically will start wailing in the middle of the night now, want to nurse, and then won't want to go back into his crib to sleep- so we either get up with him and play or he sleeps on my shoulder while I lay there half-asleep because I'm scared he'll wake up and roll right off the bed. He's getting better at this whole crawling thing but doesn't have it down yet- sometimes when we go to pick him in the middle of the night, he's on his knees trying to crawl...um, can't the practicing wait until at least 6am? I keep telling Riley that he's making me old (well, older) before my time because I'm starting to get some serious bags under my eyes.

Oh, and the "da..da...dah...dah.." has begun- it's pretty funny b/c he does it in this very low, disgruntled voice- kinda jazzy. Riley loves when we "dah dah" him back too.