[shelschrader]

Bruiser starts begging to go to bed at 8 and I finally say "Ok, go night-night" and he scurries up the stairs into the bed. Marcus on the other hand will fall asleep in my lap and then we'll go to bed. That's when he decides its time to pounce on brother, dive bomb off the bed, and terrorize my husband in general. It's too funny, he goes from a peaceful sleeping angel to wild raving tazmaninan devil. After a while, I hold him down to cuddle and he gets the point and settles down for the night.