Last night was amazing. Not in any sexy-time sort of way.
Sacha slept through the night. For the fifth time. Ever. That’s right, at 15 months, my son has slept straight through the night 5 times in total.
For the past three weeks or so, he was been waking up 3+ times a night, often requiring Daddy’s constant night vigil over the ghools and goblins in his room. Apparently, Mommy is one of these ghools, as he screams bloody murder whenever I would try and put him back to sleep.
And then last night, for some reason, the sleep deities smiled down on us and he slept through the night. From 7 until 7. Brilliant!
Now if only we could figure out wtf we did to make that happen. Maybe we could get on this sleeping-through-the-night bandwagon that every parent says is so wonderful. At this point, I would settle for a one-man-harmonica-toting-accordion-playing-bandwagon. Maybe even just a wagon. No band necessary. Maybe the band is what keeps him up at night…