Elijah has free reign of his room now that he sleeps in a bed.
We had a lot of trouble getting him to go to sleep last night because his nap extended late in to the afternoon. After a period of extended silence, Mummy risked peeking in to his room, only to catch him mid-shuffle (he was wearing his all-in-one sleeping bag/blanket), retrieving one of his books from the bookshelf. He was quiet only because he was reading(*) his books instead of trying to go to sleep. He didn't go down to sleep until sometime after 9pm.
He woke up before 6am this morning. He was quiet but I knew something was up. Something was.
It took him about 40 minutes to move through almost all of his Dr Suess collection.
This one is going to be a handful.
(*) I'm aware that in this case reading is from a local dialect that roughly translates as Look at the pretty pictures. However, anyone who has seen him do it would understand why reading is entirely accurate.