Last night, we re-re-re-re-embarked on the attempt to have The Boy sleep in his own bed. I'll still say that I'm of mixed minds about this. On one hand, I really, really like having baby snuggles at night, and I like having the ability to comfort him quickly and easily. On the other hand, over the past week, he's woken up at obscene hours in the morning and thrown fits over weird stuff: wanting to go to the playground at 2AM, wanting to watch Emperor's New Groove at 3AM, wanting noodles and sauce at 2:30AM, etc. Gripping hand says, it's probably time to get him out of our bed and into his own. Again.
The Wife handles most of the nitty-gritty of this, as I'm too soft AND not so great when it comes to the training thing. I probably should have stayed around to help her out, particularly when Younger Bro began to protest violently about having so much company in his room, but I didn't. Whoops. I'll get it next time. We watched a little bit of television (he's back into HBO's "Classical Baby" shows, for some reason), read two stories (last night, he wanted Dr. Seuss's "ABC" book on my iPhone), then Mum took him into Elmo bed (his own bed).
Good news: she did an amazing job of it, and he stayed in his own bed until around 4AM, when YB woke up for his morning milk. That's acceptable. She even didn't put the gate up in the doorway until midnight. What'd we do with all the spare time (NOT spent sitting in bed with him) and all the spare room? Look at our exciting lives for the answer: watched "Stargate Universe"'s season finale and went to sleep.
Better news: we ALL slept until 9AM this morning. That's because school is done. I have to think about what to write about it, but I'll say that I'm happy that my summer vacation is starting on a MUCH better foot than last year's hospital vacation.