We decided that Mallory waking up at 2a and expecting to come to our bed had to stop (the 4a arrival isn’t as bad, but 2a is pushing it). She isn’t interrupting any cuddling or anything these days…Rick is a FURNACE when he sleeps and combined with my pregnancy–induced bedtime heat production, I make him stay on his side of the bed. Anyway, I digress. So, when she got up at 2a last night, Rick tried to get her to stay in her room and she refused and kept crying, so I got up to see what I could do. I had some success in that I got her to stop crying and stay in her bed…for two minutes. I went back downstairs and put the baby gate up at her door and that *really* pissed her off, with her yelling “NO GATE UP MOMMY!!!”
That transitioned to “NO GATE UP DADDY!!!” thinking that Rick might go rescue her.
And when that didn’t work, she tried to appeal to our part-time potty training weakness with “MY GO POTTY!!!” – I think she thought we’d run down to whisk her off to the bathroom. Rick & I were in bed giggling at her tactics, only to hear her yell “MY GO POOPY!!!”