Let the Sleeplessness Begin

Last night, Brody woke at 11:30...and he was pretty much just...well...up. I tried reasoning with him - "Brody, it is the middle of the night." "Brody, lay down." No such luck. I finally decided he was totally manipulating me - that he had figured out if he cried I would come back. So I left. I closed the door behind me. I was no more than 10 steps away from the door and I heard it.


The thud.


Yep, he had propelled himself out of bed and come down hard. (I will not divulge the details of the word mentioned under my breath at this point in the evening.) Brody and I ended up on the couch. In case you're wondering, sleeping with Brody has not improved as he has gotten older.


All of that to say, this morning we made the big conversion to the toddler bed. I made this conversion myself, so it's sturdiness will have to be inspected by Daddy when he gets home, but Brody already seems right at home. See for yourself...

And here is a little video I shot of Brody exercising his new found independence. (Natascha, you can consider this your fair warning of what happens when you grant your children freedom to get in and out of bed independently. grinning.)