You win some, you lose some

I fear that by my publishing this on the Internet, it will jinx me and never happen again.  But here goes anyway...  Aidan went to bed last night at around 8:00.  At 7:45 I woke him up so we could get Kate to school before she was forced to follow in her Mother's footsteps and get her 1st of many tardy slips.  She made it on time and Aidan came home, nursed, cooed, and now is back asleep beside me.  What happened?  Will it happen again?  Was my Mother right?  Was it that  his socks and pajamas were too small?  Was making it a little warmer the key?  Was he getting over-stimulated and over-tired?  Was it because he ate a little more solids yesterday?  Was it because God knew I needed a break?

Of course I woke up multiple times listening for his grunting and kicking to begin.  I waited for the cries that I could try and pat away, before finally giving in and picking him up.  They never came.  After weeks of nursing in the middle of the night, my boobs, however,  woke up concerned and a bit angry.  They got over it though.  Yes I like to talk about my boobs.  That's what happens after you have a baby.  You too can become obsessed with boobs and poop.  Just have a baby.  It's inevitable.

My husband dared to imply this morning that Aidan's restful night meant I too had a restful night.  Not exactly.  But if this keeps up I'm sure me and my boobs will adjust just fine.  He also dared suggest to make this into a scientific experiment and try not feeding him solids before bed one night and see how he does.  Then another night we can dress him in smaller pajamas and see what happens.  Yea.  Sounds good Mr. science guy.  You could even make charts and graphs.  You have fun with that.  I'll just take my oatmeal cookies and will be in Australia.