My son put me through a sleep training regimen of his own invention. One that conditions me to never close my eyes at night. Still cutting molars. The other half of the bottom right came through last night, so hopefully this was the end for a while. DS wakes silently, slowly moves up to my face, gets as close as possible, and yells "boo" (well "boooyouowoo") to wake me up. Every hour. DH just thought it was hilarious. It scared the shit out of me every time. It doesn't help that he's covered in gentian violet and looks like a demon zombie hovering at my face. By about 3am I was scared to fall asleep again and kept waking from imaginary bed movement. Sometimes I miss the days when I didn't believe he'd ever learn to roll over.