Two nights in a row now, Zoe has slept long enough that Amy is up before she is.
Thursday, she missed two naps in a row. One because some neighbor-friends came over to visit with Amy and the baby and the other because the girls came by the office to meet my co-workers. Usually missing naps is a terrible thing--my brother says, "sleep begets sleep," and I think he's quite right. But for whatever reason, she slept like 10 hours Thursday night.
Ten. Hours.
And last night she slept eight hours. Could have been longer, but I got her up. We still want to make sure she's getting enough to eat, often enough throughout the day.
I know I'm just like every father in the world when I say this, but I think I've got the most beautiful, the smartest, the most delightful, the most aware and attentive little girl in the whole world. I cannot wait to see what comes next.
