We didn't even make it until midnight.
He went down like normal. After a little bit of rocking Brian put him down on his mattress, and he watched his crib aquarium (which we rigged to the bassinet which is against all warning labels on the thing) and fell asleep. Among the sheets I couldn't find him at first, but thank goodness he snores. At 10pm he starts crying and violently yanking on the gate outside his door. Here we go.
I managed to put him back on his mattress, hit play the aquarium and watch him fall asleep again. I helped myself to the other mattress in the room and decided to catch some shut eye. Then the music began. This kid spent what seemed to be a half an hour playing with the buttons on the aquarium. We'd listen to classical, then to nature, then hit nature again. I don't even think he realized I was in the room, but I sure was about to lose it.
At 11pm he was going for the gate to make his escape. I pulled him on the mattress with me, and after 15 minutes he is not someone you want to share a bed with. He used Jack as a pillow, I got kicked in the face, and he tried to claw my eyes out. I threw in the towel and put him back in his crib. On the brighter side of things, he slept until 7:15!!! I can't believe it. Usually I'm up at 5:20am with him. He finally got the hang of this crib, and we're trying to kick him out. That's about right.
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