So Friday night went pretty well. Owen spent the first hour and a half bumping around and playing by the meager illumination of the night light. He jumped on the bed for a while, then went and tried to read some books which is funny because there was no light, and he can’t read. But that didn’t stop him!
Then he tried to open the door, kicked the wall for a while and ultimately fell silent.
See for yourself:
I think we were both pretty surprised to see that he had actually fallen asleep in his bed. But he figured it out!
Then, the next day at nap time after a tiny bit more of playing and realizing that he could stand up in his bed, open the shutters, and look out the window, he settled down for a nap. IN HIS BED.
Two days of napping and three nights of sleeping overnight isn’t a pattern. But it’s a heck of a start.