Does Bjorn understand its the weekend? Last night he fell asleep on my chest at 10pm and cuddled with me until 11pm (btw, this is my own personal heaven, cuddling with Bjorn and kissing the top of his head every five minutes). Lars transitioned him to his crib afterwards and then we, against all good judgment, stayed up until 1am watching episodes of the first season of Veronica Mars (WATCH THIS SHOW IF YOU HAVE NOT ALREADY). I was like “what the hell, its Friday night and Lars is around, we’re gonna live it up and hopefully I won’t regret it at 3am”. Anyway–Bjorn had the best night of his little life thus far and slept soundly until 3am, but putting the binky back in his mouth and rubbing his back for five minutes put him back to sleep quite easily. Then he stayed put in his crib until 7am. We heard him making little grunting noises at that point and pulled him into bed with Lars and I where his usual routine is lying in between us and looking first at Lars and then quickly turning his head to look at me, then turning his head to look at Lars (wash, rinse, repeat). He kept us up for about half an hour playing, nursing, and chatting…you know, coffee talk. Then he fell back asleep until…wait for it….10am. We all slept in until 10am this fine Saturday morning on the 14th of November. And it was glorious.
We’re not anticipating a repeat tonight but a girl can dream, right? It was especially nice because Lars was around to appreciate sleeping in a little bit on the weekend since he has been getting up and going to work Monday through Friday. Who knew sleep could make me this happy?