Sunday, June 9, 2013

the best day

if you were to ask my father, when it comes to caring for little children the best day happens when...

... they sleep through the night for the first time...

and

... they can hold their own bottle, giving you a free hand...

and

... they can drink milk cold and not have to worry about waiting to heat up a bottle...

and

... they can drink cows milk...

and

...they can sit and play with toys to keep them preoccupied...

and

... they are finally potty trained...

and

...a few others, but i think you get it

it has been pointed out to him that "the best day" is a singular statement, but my dad has always been above the regular rules that many of us have to live by. so he sticks to his theory that when these things happen, it is the best day.

now i really hope that i'm not jinxing it by telling the world, but for the past three nights willem has slept through the night. like right through. a full 9-6 conk out. not a peep or wimper. just a wonderfully peaceful sleeping baby.

and you know what?

each of those days following really have been the best.






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