Here's another post about sleep, although this is a very happy one. I'm amazed at how we can oscillate between horrible and delightful evenings. Last night went well. Sam stayed in bed and other than a tiny lip quiver and a meek, "Will you sit next to me for a bit," he went down without a fuss. As I walked out the door he called, "See you soon, Alligator. I love you. See you at 7!"
Tonight was a good night as well. My heart melted as I walked out the door and he called, "I love you more than chocolate!"
That's all I have to say tonight...not a whole lot. Since my last post was written out of discouragement I figured I'd equal things out a bit and write out of satisfaction and peace. Thanks.