Escape

Cason pigged out all day. Tons of cereal in the morning. 2 full size bowls of mac and cheese at lunch, followed up by some watermelon.
Cheese sticks, and more cereal for a snack. Then at dinner Jess grilled us some turkey burgers,
and Cason planned to pig out some more, but realized he didn't like the blue cheese on our burgers.
So he chugged milk instead.
He and Paige played lots of pretend fighting games. They just took turns pretending to be mad. Cason would point at her and say "doppit" (stop it) and "NO WAY!" and she'd crack up.
He didn't nap today so he was getting pretty emotional around 8 pm. He suddenly wanted chocolate, and who am I to say no to him? So I started some chocolate muffins. Of course AFTER starting I realized I was missing a couple of ingredients, so Paige and Jess ran out to the store for me. Cason stayed with me, so he wouldn't take a VERY late nap on the drive. He was DEVASTATED when they left without him. He cried and cried and yelled at me. Eventually I calmed him down enough to cuddle on the couch with me, but he was still looking pretty sad.
He still forced out a little smile when I grabbed the camera though.
When he fell asleep in my lap a little while ago I carried him to his crib and kissed him good night. He started to wake up but I told him I loved him and good night, and left the room. He started screaming. He's been screaming like crazy lately when he's put to bed, and we have to just let him, because honestly he's almost 2 and hasn't come ANYWHERE near sleeping through the night. He still gets up as often as when he was a newborn. His screaming lately is off the charts though. I have honestly never heard such screaming from anyone, real life, horror movies, whatever. I don't know if anyone has. He was still screaming when I started writing this post. Jess came and sat with me and we kept looking at each other all wide-eyed, with our mouths hanging open when his screams peaked. It was nuts. We were right in the middle of one of those exchanges when it seemed like his screams were coming closer. Our eyes got even bigger and we turned around to see him running at us, screaming his head off, with tears streaming down his face. He can get out of his crib apparently.

We're done for.

There is now no way we'll have him trained to sleep through the night when the baby arrives. I guess we'll have 2 little ones in our room, along with Paige every once in a while if she has a bad dream. Oh well.

At least he got out of his crib safely, with no sign of injury at all. He ran up and climbed into my lap and hugged me. His screams turned into happy (and proud) little giggles and he smiled at us innocently, boogers, tears, and all. Somehow as naughty as he was it was still cute, so I of course made Jess take his picture.
And apparently the room was quite dark when he fell asleep because he clearly still had chocolate on his face when I put him to bed. Poor dirty little boy.