I blame the time change. It has Little Bud extremely discombobulated. I know it's only an hour. I know we didn't move him from Salt Lake City to Japan and expect him to just go with it. I know that 60 minutes shouldn't make such an enormous difference. But it does. 60 minutes means he's up an hour early, wants to take a nap an hour early, and then wants to go to bed at night an hour early. That is the only explanation for why he was ready to go to bed last night at 6:15. Nothing I tried would deter his tears.
As I bounced him on my lap, and his screams got louder, I asked Garrett to play Ahboo. It almost always works. So, Garrett got his face up by his brother's, smiled, and said, "Ahboo. Ahb--Ahboo's not working." And he said the last part as though he'd been trying it for three months without any success.
I turned the baby toward me and tried it. Nothing. That kid wanted a bottle and he wanted his bed. Like I said before, I blame the time change.