You know how as subsequent children come along you swear you’ll do things differently?

Yeah.

Wellk, I’m trying that with the sleeping, with varying results. TWo pretty good nights followed by one pretty dreadful one.

The other issue is the baby cage: seen in this photo. Larger than your old-fashioned playpen. Should be good stuff.

But no. He already hates it, and just stands there, clinging to the bars, weeping, and in good time, screaming. So, I realized, I’ve fallen back into old habits – the exact same thing I did with Joseph and this contraption. Fold it and use it as a barrier across the living room so he can’t go out into the land of Small Legos and Electrical Outlets.

And he’s totally, absolutely happy. Same toys, not much more space…but no fences. I’m thinking it was the Arizona trip that did it. Call him Cowboy Mike.