Here's where I jinx myself by blogging...
You see, as Josh and I were getting ready for bed Saturday night, we decided that it was high time Baby A dropped her midnight snack. I closed Z's door, pulled out a pair of earplugs and steeled myself for an hour of crying.
But she didn't wake up until 6am. (It was 6am instead of 5am thanks to Daylight Savings Time.)
Last night it happened again. She slept from 7:15pm until 5:30am, nursed, and fell back asleep for another 30 minutes or so.
Either we're the luckiest parents in the world or there's something to letting the kid stuff herself with solid food at dinner time. She still won't stand for a spoon, but at last night's Indian potluck she fed herself naan, basmati rice and Cheerios.
