Success!

We had some decent success in the sleep department last night. Lil' Q slept from 8 until 5:30 without interruption. It cannot be? I don't know if he hit final exhaustion or what but he made it through the night so we didn't get to put our midnight snack plan into full motion. We are prepared to introduce meal number 10 today at daycare and will have emergency feedbags primed to go for any midnight awakenings if hunger happens to strike in the wee hours of the morning. It was incredibly refreshing to wake up at dawn having slept though the entire night without interruption. We read last night that over the course of a baby's first year the parents lose on average 1,440 hours of sleep. Sufferin' succotash! That translates into 60 complete 24 hour days or 180 (as in half a year!) of 8 hours of sleep or an incredible 4 hours a day - on average. So, if the Spiegelhoff clan is a little on edge or crabby please forgive us. We are missing out on 60 days out of the year in straight zombie mode. Really, they should just teach you that in sex ed. You don't find too many high school kids getting up at dawn on a regular basis. Abstinence found.

Q is really working on his words. His favorite is Dada and some how that doesn't surprise me. I've been working on him every time I'm holding him. "dadadadadadadadaddadadadada....daddy" I think his genders are a little mixed up though as I definitely heard him call Carrie dada yesterday and he clearly called me mama this morning. We're going to have to make sure he gets himself straightened out but he's definitely talking. I fear we have reached the end of our baby days with him sitting still and being relatively quiet. He's a mover and a shaker now jabbering all the time and he's clearly going to be running around soon. There is talk of baby proofing the house one of these weekends. That sounds like fun! I'm already trying to prepare myself for that first header he's bound to take. Everyone you know has that scar on their face from when they hit the fireplace or coffee table. Things are going to get pretty crazy around here soon so we are just trying to enjoy the remaining moments of Quentin still being a baby before he grows up. We're just grateful for sleep! Beautiful, pure non-toxic sleep. Oh, I'm already dreaming (and praying) for more of that addictive sleep.

Last night we took a picture of him sleeping because it had been that long since we'd seen him in his bed actually sleeping. We took the picture just in case it doesn't happen again. Doesn't he look comfortable? And repeat.