Bedtime ... I don't need no stinkin' bedtime ...

The subject line was my husband's Facebook post this weekend. We went through about a week where Teddy magically went down on his own, no protest or fuss, without really being sleep trained again through the painful screaming process. And then it stopped.

Note the look of protest at the thought of bed at 10:15 p.m.

We had at least 3 nights in a row where he was up until 10 p.m. He even managed midnight one night because he's a party animal. He likes to pull open his closet doors, rifle through the diapers and see what exciting things we hide in there. (Sorry, bud, it's pretty much diapers, even though one time you found a new pair of shoes, which was a true jackpot for you!) One night he pulled about 50 wipes out of the wipe container ... see, he's just practicing his fine motor skills?

It doesn't help matters that he's finally mastered turning and opening his door handle, which is great grip strength and dexterity, but it hinders the sleep process when he escapes. I know we need to put a child door lock on his door, but I almost hate to discourage his new skill. (I hate not sleeping more, though, at least after a few nights in a row.)

The only time he's interested in movies is 9 p.m. at night.