My chubby dictator has a snooze button?

This morning, after a silly nights of nursing and fussing, Simon woke up at 6:30 am. I bounced him back to sleep (this involved 300 squats on my part... forget about a gym membership when mothering Simon). At 7:50 am, I heard some fussing and thought that this was a much more acceptable time to wake up. I picked up my baby only to have him fall back to sleep. So, I went back to bed. This happened again at 8 am, 8:10 am and finally at 8:20 am. Yeesh! I've never been a big fan of the snooze button... when you're up, you're up. Apparently, my sometimes benevolent, sometimes malevolent chubby dictator has other plans.