So last night, Robert woke up crying around 12-12:30. Geof had *just* climbed into bed, so I told him I'd go see what was up. Just like the night before, he had wedged his head in the corner of the crib and was in a fetal position, knees down on the mattress. I started to get his bed back to normal and he helped and laid down.

Then he said "fishies... ba'ries." He had run down the batteries in his Fisher-Price crib aquarium. So I went and got more batteries and the screwdriver and changed them out. Then he said, "wah-wah?" In the 4 hours since going to bed, he had sucked his sippy cup dry. So I went and refilled it and gave it to him. I offered to change his diaper, but he said no... so I just figured I'd be washing sheets today from the overflow (he was fine). Then he said, "Mama, meek?" So I turned on his lullaby CD again and tucked him in. I stood there stroking his cheek and telling him I loved him, sleep well, etc. He looked up at me and said...

"Close the door."

Yes sir!

I went and told Geof and we were trying so hard not to laugh.