Four nights ago I was rocking Audrey to bed. I hadn't had dinner and suggested that I needed to put her in her toddler bed (her modified crib that now has a guard rail) so I could go downstairs to eat. What's happened since then? Here's the play-by-play: we read two books, she lays down in her bed, about an hour goes by, we hear some mumbling on the video monitor (I recommend getting one) about needing mommy and daddy, we ignore it and hope she'll fall asleep, and we suddenly hear the thumping of a flat-footed (think Barney Rubble) two-year-old running down the hall upstairs telling us she needs us immediately. I walk up the stairs, and she tells me she needs something to eat. "At 10pm?" I ask. "Daddy, I need something to eat." Tonight we had a 30-minute face-to-face about this and after lots of maneuvering I convinced her to go back to sleep. The moral? Be careful what you say to a two-year-old, no matter how innocuous it seems.
