Theo's Friend in the Mirror

Look who Theo stumbled upon while exploring the cabin we rented over New Year's.

Reading Christmas Morning

Christmas Stocking

Nighttime

We've still been giving Theo a bottle of milk before bed. We know it's a cruch, but he seems so well-adjusted otherwise -- and has been sleeping so we'll -- that we haven't tried to give it up. Until this week, when he soaked through his diaper for the 4th night in a row. Our effort has been a series of false starts. Last night I put him down with 1/4 of a bottle and some crackers; Sara had to go back for a second round, after which it still took half an hour for the banging and pleading to subside. Then he woke up at 1am (a rare occurrence) . I stagger in to check on him, and find he's completely naked. His pajamas were on the floor, his diaper in the corner of the crib, and Theo was sitting in a puddle of his urine looking upset. We figure he must have undressed himself after Sara left him, and slep au natural for five hours.