Jude is getting quite mobile. I transferred him to his crib at about 10 p.m. last night after he had fallen asleep in my arms. At some point in the night he cried and I went to rescue him and slept with him in the twin bed in his room. At about 3:30, he was screaming while snuggling with me in bed. I think he wanted his milkies, but I’ve been refusing to breastfeed him until at least 5 a.m. because I want him to start sleeping through the night. He screamed for 20 minutes or so in my ear so I decided to put him in the crib to let him get even more mad and hopefully more tired out. I went across the hall to the bathroom and hung out there for a minute or two before rescuing Jude again. I snuggled back down with him in the twin bed, expecting him to be so happy to have me back that he’d go to sleep without milkies. No such luck. He kept screaming so I decided to put him back in the crib. I explained that it was “night night time” and “no noise.” I left his door and our door cracked open and jumped in bed with Andy, determined to let Jude cry for a few minutes just to tire him out before rescuing him again. While I was waiting, Jude continued screaming, more mad than I’ve ever heard him. Then I heard a thud and then a door creak. I didn’t think much of it. I decided to check on him. I’m glad I did. Little Jude had jumped out of the crib, walked down the hallway (all the time screaming) and was inches from plunging down the steps. I scooped him up and checked him over. No visible injuries. I relented and gave him his milkies. After he finished eating the milkies, he threw them up all over both of us. We stayed up together for awhile, read stories, and then he screamed some more. It was quite the night!