Two months.
Six hours.
A promise.
Two months.
Six glorious, splendiforous hours.
A promise kept.
Adam is two months old.
Last night he slept six hours straight. Merciful God. Six glorious, life affirming, eye bag reducing hours.
In exchange for those hours, I promised I would never again stuff him into a too small polo onesie, flip the collar and prop him up for a photo session.
He agreed.
I am a happy woman. Praise be.
9 comments:
Awesome!
He is oh so cute!
Super cutie pie!
Hee! I wonder what you will get from him if you do something really out there for Halloween...
6 hours! A glimpse of how life can be! Here's to many more sleepful nights!
I hope he keeps it up & it's not just a one-time deal. ; ) He's adorable!
Oh lucky you!!! I'm so jealous : )
It's so funny that you mentioned it, because I'm on book 7 of the Sookie Stackhouse series! Love them! They are a great distraction.
Thanks for the cheers. :)
Great shot!!! So glad you were able to get some shut eye.
I don't know if you'll get this, It's now March 2010, but I was looking back on Adams growth and just love this picture. I miss the little - chicken leg look. When they were still so newborn looking. Now our babies are chubby legged cruisers.
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