The boy sleeps through the night. All the way through the night. 7 pm to 7 am. If that's not news, nothing is.
Stewart asked if I was feeling "caught up" on sleep, and I told him to ask me in two weeks. Maybe I'll even start going to bed before midnight, and really rack up a few continuous hours. I've been mostly using it as a chance to get out of the house at 7 with Deborah or other friends, which is fun but not particularly restful. This week, for example, I'm going out tonight, Thursday, and Saturday. It's like I have a life!
In other baby news: send the universe a big "welcome" to Anya Rose Teller-Elsberg, aka: "Squirmy." She's here, and beautiful, and her parents are thrilled. As am I.