11 PM

Fred won't stay in his crib. He has been such a good sleeper so this makes me very sad. He let's me put him down. He doesn't cry. Then a few minutes later I hear his door shut (he always shuts doors behind him) on his way out of his room. So I pick him up and we start over. One time he went into the girls room. They are sleeping on the floor because Stella had an accident last night and I didn't get the plastic sheet washed. I would rather she have an accident on the floor than on the mattress. Fred went in and layed down between them. So I left him. Then I heard a bump and crying. He had a little goose egg between his eyebrows and a bloody nose. Not sure what happened. I took him into the bathroom to clean his nose. He wanted to brush his teeth. Then he wanted to read a book. Then I put him back down. Then I heard him cry again and he came out rubbing his leg. Now he is downstairs playing the piano. I'm tired.