Well…the magic actually started last night.  We did the usual nighttime ritual at 8pm: Change, double swaddle, feed.  Some nights, the ritual looks like this:  Change, double swaddle, feed, feed, feed, feed, feed, feed…

But last night, he went down after JUST ONE FEED!  I went to bed at 9pm and slept until 2:20am.  He fed, went right back to sleep, and woke at 6am, calm and happy.  I de-swaddled, changed, fed, and then left him in bed and went into the “crash room” (home of the futon; this is where whichever adult who is not on baby duty falls into a deep coma) to snuggle with husband.  I left both doors open so I could hear Ian.

He cooed and played BY HIMSELF for an hour.  Woah.  Then, I put him in the swing, WHICH HE HAS PREVIOUSLY DESPISED, and he smiled gleefully at the plastic side of the swing (instead of the mobile-whatever floats his boat) until he fell asleep.  Seriously.

We next put him in the Ergo carrier and went for a walk/jog, after which I fed him, plopped him in the bath with dad, put on a snazzy new outfit (thank you, Cindie!) and then put him BACK IN THE SWING so I could…SHOWER!

Now he’s back in Ergo LAUGHING IN HIS SLEEP.  Did I accidentally eat a pot brownie and transmit some good stuff through my milk?

I can scarcely believe it.  I know I shouldn’t get attached to it.  Nonetheless, I am marveling at my happy, happy boy.  For today.