I'm not really a believer in miracles until they happen to me, of course.
Thursday night I put a sleeping Jacob in his crib at 9:30pm. Exhausted, I fell asleep not much later than that. When he woke me up with his crying, something felt different. I didn't feel as tired as I usually am when roused from the middle of a deep sleep. I looked at the clock- it was 5:30AM!!!! He had slept a full eight hours!
In the entire History of Jacob, this has never happened before. When he was three months old he used to sleep the first stretch for five to six hours at a time. But for the last two months he's been waking up every three to four hours. It felt amazing to sleep that long completely uninterrupted. It was an awesome glimpse at what the future could hold for me. Of course, my miracle was short lived. Last night Jacob was back to his old tricks.
Today was a pretty nice day, however. We chilled all morning and I made us some nice brunch breakfast sandwiches. My husband and I *cough* took a shower together while Jacob played on the floor in the next room (does that make me a bad mom?). We are now very clean....
We didn't leave our house until 4:30 when we decided to do some shopping and go out for dinner. We tried to sneak into a restaurant tavern but they wouldn't let us in with a baby- what the heck??? Like he's really going to try to order a beer from the bar with his fake ID. So instead we stopped at a Mexican place and I had the biggest burrito of all time (there goes my mission to lose five pounds). Jacob attracted a lot of attention with his big steel-grey/blue eyes and charmed a waitress into holding him.
We drove home, bellies full of refried beans and rice, quiet content. Until the beans got their revenge. Something really horrid smelling started to fill the air. I looked acusingly at my husband and he just grinned.
"Was that you? Did you just fart?"
"Don't be ridiculous. Guys don't fart, they BUBBLE!"