The first words I heard this morning - followed by a quick glance at the clock - "6:09."
Jack has been having a rough time lately with teething, causing him to have not slept through the night for several months or so. He's been up at least once, sometimes twice, each night - and in our sleep deprived state of trying to pacify and lull him back to sleep (and not wake either of the other two Long kiddos) we have given in to letting him have a bottle.
I know - I know - we breed bad sleepers - and don't enforce the "tough love" needed to help them learn how to sleep better as babies - whatever - you try keeping three kids asleep all night long... but I digress...
At any rate, two nights ago he managed to go from 8:30 pm to 4:00 am before he awoke to his nightly tummy growlings. Last night? Last night sweet slumber enveloped our house - Anna went right to sleep (and had no issues with night terrors), James begrudgingly went to sleep (and actually stayed in his bed all night long and didn't cry out for one of us to come lay with him), and sweet baby Jack - well he took his nightly bottle around 9:00 and woke up happy as a clam, full of smiles and baby jabber at 6:09 am.
I'm sure it's a fluke. I'm sure tonight we'll be up with all three Longs - but for now I'm just going to revel in the fact that both Deonne and I managed to have 6 hours of uninterrupted sleep. (Because we didn't go to bed until around midnight - hey there were Olympic events to watch and birthday sugar cookies to decorate.)