One time last night. Once. That’s all he woke.

No gas. No crying. No thrashing around in pain. For anyone in the house.

I woke up and looked at myself in the mirror and swore that I lost 5 years. I actually looked rested!

And then, oh yes then, he went down for his nap with no construction in the background.

AND when he woke after his first 40 minutes, I discovered a trick to resettle him. I waited until he stirred then just slightly rocked the cot. Instead of completely waking, he went right back to sleep.

It’s been a good sleep day indeed.

(Did I mention he loves Sophie?)