Uh, oh...

The Mizz woke us up for the third night in a row crying at about 3 this morning. Now, I know what you're saying. "Seriously, Dave. Complaining about a toddler sleeping isn't really news anymore." True enough, but this time, he met me at his door. So that's what that thump was. This opens up a whole new set of problems. I put him back down in his crib with a bunch of pillows on the floor, but that's hardly a permanent solution. We've been discussing transitioning him from his crib to a toddler bed. I guess he decided to set the schedule. Luckily, his crib is convertible, so we can get him a bed okay, but it means we also have to make sure his room is actually safe for an unsupervised toddler. That'll be the trick. His room isn't too bad, but he's rarely in there by himself, so there are definitely some things he shouldn't be messing with. Fun.