December 5th, 2010
Stop the presses! Call the president! And for heaven’s sake, get the baby book!
Someone organize a parade. It was a glorious thing. Little Bear went down for the night at 8pm, swaddled like a wee burrito, and did not rise again until 5:20 AM. He squeaked at 1am, enough so that I grudgingly crawled out of bed, but by the time I hit the bathroom and found my glasses, he’d subsided again.
What a good baby. If I recall, Miss Mouse performed a similar feat at about this age…but then started on the Year of the Ear Infection and she didn’t sleep through the night again until she was one.