It's 2:30am. You've been up for TWO HOURS. Please go to sleep. Daddy is filming, and can't get up with you, which means you and I are in this together.
You are sweet, loving, patient, curious, energetic, and so happy (and want to crawl so desperately). I love you my darling boy. But you Dad and I would *really* appreciate it if you could just sleep more than 2 hours at a time.
I will feed you if you're hungry, change your diaper if you've pooed your pants. But I won't play with you in the wee hours of the morning.
I'm sorry we had a rough night tonight. I'm sorry I had to let you scream. You must be going through a growth spurt - 7 ounces in less than two hours! I also drugged you with some ibuprofen in case your teeth were bugging you.
You're asleep now. Sweet dreams, buggaboo. I love you.