Maybe this time...?

That'll teach us to get blase about Ted's sleep. Yesterday evening (the first proper sleep in his bed) proved a little more troublesome, despite the earlier success of the nap.

Everything seemed to be going as normal; splashy in the bath, wriggly on the changing table, milk and story time - all normal. Then we put him into bed.

Hoo boy!

Apparently that was a bad idea. First comes the air raid siren, then the thump of little feet hitting the floor, then fingers appear around the not-quite-closed door. Finally, the little face appears in the doorway.

After a few of these episodes (the standard controlled crying approach) Nikki struck upon the solution - he didn't like sleeping with his head under the curtains. Maybe it was the light, maybe it was the "fabric of Damocles" - who knows? In any event, Nikki turned him around, tucked him in, shut the door and that was that. Same again this evening, so I guess that's that.