...when it comes to sleeping, that is.
Yes folks, for the first time on Saturday night Rye made it for 8 hours between eating! That means I got about 7 hours of wonderful, magnificent, glorious and CONSECUTIVE sleep. Sleep, oh sleep, how I have missed thee.
Rye noticed how excited I was and wanted to make sure that my expectations going forward weren't too high so he got up every 2 hours and 4 hours last night. You know, just to keep things real. Sigh, oh well, as Mom put it...there is a light at the end of the tunnel. And that light's name is Well Rested. Someday, that will be my name too.
Until then, here's another pic of the cutie pie in question.