Oh happy day

Dylan slept till 6:30 this morning!!!!! To non-parents that may sound hideously early or entirely un-impressive. But to a groggy mommy who has been woken up at least once between 1:30am and 5:30am for 9 months straight, it was a glorious way to start my day.

It wasn't his first time to sleep through the night, though. The little SOB (and yes, I realize that by calling him that I'm actually insulting myself, but I'm too tired to think of a better insult -- turns out 1 full night of sleep doesn't make up for months of interrupted slumber) slept all the way through the night 3 nights in a row in August ... while we were house-hunting in NY and he was staying with Brian's parents. But the night we returned, he went back to his sleepless ways. I still haven't forgiven him for that. I try to tell myself it's a compliment -- he just wants to be with me so badly that he screams till I come hug him. But it's not really appeasing me. Even when Brian goes in to get him back to sleep in the middle of the night, I'm still awake until everyone is snoring away again.

The good news is that if I ever become a POW and my captors try sleep deprivation as a form of torture, I'm good. They got nuthin on me.

All that night waking got him so tired he crashed while playing on the floor the other day. They're so cute when they're sleeping. (Notice gravity's effect on his cheeks when his facial muscles are fully relaxed.)