This morning… I woke at 5:55 am. And I felt a little like…
and then wanted to do a little jumping for joy…
and could hardly contain the urge to pull my {very milk-soaked} shirt over my face…
I even maybe, felt a little queasy…
but I still danced just a litte bit..
Because… HOLLA… the littlest Brehm slept through the night, y’all! From 9 pm to 5:55 am, our sweet little sir was sacked. And I didn’t even care that my morning milk supply rivaled that of a cow. Or that the left side of my shirt looked like I spilled an entire Big Gulp down it.
I’m so excited! I’m so excited! I’m so. So. SCARED. Because this has happened one other time, and was followed by a horrible sleep the next night. And we’ve not gotten close to a full-night’s sleep since. Fool me once.. well, you know.
But then, I decided just to bask in the moment. Because this is the stuff that parenting dreams are made of. Literally.
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| us. well-rested. giddy. he can hardly contain his excitement. |
It’s Friday. It’s supposed to be 80 degrees up in the ‘Ha. The middlest has only had three meltdowns so far this morning. And the babe slept through the night. I’m. So. Excited! Happy Friday!
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