For my birthday treat, Scout decided to have me sleep in a little twin bed with him, while he woke up and fussed/cried/screamed/whimpered for about two minutes — every twenty minutes….just long enough for me to wake up abruptly and then try to fall back asleep. 40 times later, I took him down and fed him dry Cheerios with a sippy full of milk, and the went and took him to Tristen’s bed who was spending the night.