While I was away on Saturday night, Sylvan decided to start climbing out of his bed again. Julie, always on her toes, got on Craigslist and found a toddler bed for sale. We drove out to Crow and bought it on Sunday from a nice ex-toddler named Madison. Sylvan started sleeping in his new big boy bed on Sunday afternoon.
And when I say “sleeping,” I mean “waking up much more frequently than is absolutely necessary.” He woke up about five times the first night, twice the second night, and just once last night. I like the trend.