Stop the Presses!

Make note: today is the day that it finally happened! Ry, also known as world's worst sleeper, finally, finally slept thru the night. Yeah! At 18 and a half months, I guess he decided it was time. I put him down at 7:30 with hardly any fussing (much better than four hours of screaming, I assure you). I checked on him at 12 when I went to bed (he was still breathing) and then didn't hear from him until 5:30 this morning. Yeah! Now if I could just figure out how to sleep without waking up every two hours, we'll be a well-rested household.

Cross your fingers for another good night.