Since the snow melted, James wants to spend every possible moment outdoors. Olivia and I have no problem with this. We go for walks. We regularly hit two, three parks a day.
On Sunday night there was a dog in the second-story window of the house across the street. He barked at us, and James said, “Arf, arf, arf,” and pointed at him.
He woke up at 4:00 Monday morning and crawled around the bed saying, “Arf, arf, arf.” We don't have a dog, but our son wakes us up in the middle of the night barking.
I took him downstairs and carried him around for about half an hour until he went back to sleep. I hope that doesn't become a routine; he woke up early this morning too. While I was carrying him around he barked at the birds chirping outside.