It's 6 a.m. and all is well. The wee man, now almost ten months and famous for his midnight (and 2 and 4 and 6 a.m.) screamie meemie sessions, has been asleep since 830. YAYYYYYY!!!!!! I only woke to pee once at midnight and feel like I could run a marathon (if it weren't so darn hot).

It makes me wonder if he did wake up, but I didn't. Or if M actually took care of him before I woke up. I don't expect this to last, of course, but will revel in it like a rare gift. Like warm summer rain on a quiet evening without all the nasty tornadoes.

Hubby and I made up. He knows and I know he acted a fool. I went with my papa, three step-brothers, sister, and our kidlets to see Indiana Jones. Harrison Ford is still hot, of course, and so is his movie-son (cause excitedly racing through libraries on a motorcycle makes a girl wonder about other racing styles).

All-in-all a pretty good couple of days. WooT!