We had a much better night here last night. Thank God.
We put the little prince to bed a little later than usual, after giving him a big sippy cup of formula after his last nursing session. And of course, he had a bath, and David allowed him to splash about a gallon of water all over his nice sweater. We got him ready for bed, and he seemed to be in a pretty good mood, which is usually a good sign. He was a wiggleworm, so it was hard to get him dressed in his pajamas, though:
I was so exhausted last night that I actually turned out my bedside light before David got into bed. Given that I'm usually the night owl and he's the early-to-bed one, that's a big sign.
I heard William cry out once, probably around 2:30, and I was suddenly awake. Tense, I braced for him to continue crying. But he didn't, and I eventually fell back to sleep. He didn't wake up for real until about 6:20. David's alarm clock had already gone off.
What a huge relief. I was seriously worried that we were not going to see a decent night's sleep come along again for a long time. I even worried that William was starting some new, horrible routine, and we'd have to break him of the habit. Even with everyone's reassurances that he'd probably be fine, I still worried.
On a completely unrelated note, here's William, "eating" sweet potato puffs for a snack:
Yeah, I just wanted to post some pictures. :)