Wednesday, January 12, 2011

I love six hour nights.

It's been a bit of a difficult month. The little pixie usually wakes up and wants fed every three hours, right on the dot. Sometimes, she'll sleep for four hours, and rarely, for six.

Last night was one of those rare, six hour nights. Between that six hour stretch, and the two hours of sleep I had before feeding her that last time, I actually feel pretty good today.