I’ve yet to figure out how a 3 foot toddler can take over a 7 foot bed and leave me with a postage stamp size corner of my pillow and shoulder blade’s worth of mattress. For the last few months Owen hasn’t been sleeping as well. He starts off in his bed but at some point during the night I hear the patter of feet and up he comes into my bed. I often wonder what makes it so he can’t sleep now. That is one of the hardest parts of him not talking. I can’t ask him what’s wrong so I can’t comfort his particular need. It is always a guessing game. I can hug him and hold him, give milk and wipe his tears but still will never know what woke him. I have tried melatonin and eating later to see if that helps. Neither really has made a difference. I’m thankful for those nights that he actually sleeps all the way through. I can tell on those mornings he is so much more refreshed. Hopefully as he gets a little older I will at least be able to figure out what is concerning my little man.