Falling

Eli fell out of his bed three times this particular night. This last time, it didn't even wake him up, poor thing!

In other sleep adventures...two mornings in a row I found him downstairs at 3:45am watching TV with a blanket, lovey, and a sippy of water. A few other mornings around that time I found him in bed with Ali. There is a reason his baby lock is back on the inside of his door...But that started him banging on the door all hours of the night. I wanted to be tough and just let him cry, but then I would see his light on and hear him playing with toys, or worse hear him saying he needed to go potty; and even though I was about 99% sure he didn't really need to go, I wouldn't put it past him to pee himself just to spite me. So, one day I got really tough: I took the light bulbs out of his light, I took all the toys out of his room, and I put a little potty in his room. With the lock on the door, it was a bit like a prison cell. I pointed out all the changes and told him I WAS NOT going to open his door FOR ANY REASON. I got out the big box fan to put in Logan's room and put ear plugs by mine and Jason's pillows expecting at least a night or two of door banging temper-tantrums....but none came. Not even a peep. Oh, how I love sleep.