Yesterday morning Douglas did his usual entrance into our room and curled up on the couch across from our bed. The unusual part was that he actually fell back asleep, instead of waking up in 5 minutes and starting to chatter. Michael had the day off and I didn't have to be at work until 10, so there was peace for an hour. Bliss.
That contrasted to *this* morning where he woke up making incredibly frustrated/angry noises because he 'had to burp and couldn't get it out' ... hence a complete fit/meltdown that ended in a puddle in front of the toilet. Literally. Juice and crackers and a cleanup later we were sort of back on track. We shall see.