He did it!
Not a whine, cry, whinge, nothing! My gorgeous little boy slept from 11pm to 6.30am. I know that sleeping through is 7 till 7. Minor technicality, all right?
The point is, and more importantly, I didn't open my eyes, or stir until 6.30 this morning.
I've been dancing all day.
I'm thinking we should celebrate. We've got a bottle of Veuve Clicquot that we've been saving.
Or would that jinx it?
Few more nights like that, and maybe I won't need Botox after all.