On Saturday morning, around 4 AM, Charles finally found some additional language skills. He woke me up out of a deep sleep as he cried and called “DaDa!”. It wasn’t the very best time for me to appreciate his advance. After I stumbled in to his room to his rescue I discovered the source of his dismay - his truck had fallen down the wall side of the bed and become wedged so that Charles couldn’t pull it out.
I also managed to get Charles to stay in his bed and not come over to our bed. He cried a little bit but normally he’ll cry for 10 or 15 minutes until Mom gives in or Charles crawls over and goes fetal on the floor next to Mom. I thought he had gone back to sleep but when I checked him a little later he was just lying there, staring (although his eyes would close every few seconds). Eventually Mom took pity on him but it was a little bit of progress.