'Awake!'

When Joey was a newborn, Tim bought him a onesie that proclaimed, "Sleep is for the weak!" Which pretty much summed up Joey's thoughts about sleep at the time. Fortunately, he outgrew both the onesie and the bedtime battles... until now.

We suddenly have an escape artist on our hands. He learned how to climb out of his crib several months ago, but had stayed put for the most part. Our trip to Spokane, however, allowed him to hone his climbing skills on the much shorter Pack n' Play. It turned into quite the game.

So what happened our first night home? After putting him to sleep (or so we thought), we heard the unmistakable sound of his bedroom door opening, and walked up the stairs to find him standing in his doorway looking both smug and defiant. It was a silent faceoff for a few seconds, while we struggled to keep from laughing, and then Joey burst out with one willful word: "Awake!"

I think we need to move him into a bed, and, to celebrate the transition, buy new sleep-related apparel. This one will have to be size 3T, though.

Life was so much easier when we had a cage.