Tuesday night, Marie and Brian were both feeling badly, they are fighting off a bit of a cold. Sometime around 3am, Marie came into our room and got into our bed. (This is normally less effort than bringing her back to her room.) Then, around 3:30, she pushed me off my pillow. So, it was time to go back to her room. Returned her, she cried, woke up Brian. Brian cried, then was calmed by Mom. Then Marie got up again. Then back to bed, then cried, then woke up Brian, etc… The process repeated until about 6am. Ouch.