Guess whose badass baby slept through the night? MINE! It happened. At eight months and three weeks Leila started sleeping through the night (as in 6pm -5am). So if you are lucky you might not have to read another sleep deprived wimpy post from me about how I have tried this and that, and how I have read this book and that book, and how NOTHING is working and how I am not ready to do the Cry-It-Out and blah blah blah….! No more! I WON! HEAR ME ROAR! Seriously, though… I have an unstoppable urge to roar (will forward that to my therapist). Now I cannot wait until the next stranger will ask me with that pitiful look and a supportive tilt of the head:

“so… is she sleeping through the night yet…?”

“Oh yeah…. like a freaking teenager! So in YOUR FACE, stranger! And straighten that neck, will ya?”

And then? I will walk away doing the “my baby is sleeping through the night” dance. Which looks exactly like this:

Who knows how long it will last but I will enjoy every minute of it… until tonight probably, because we all know what happens to all the good things after I brag about them on the Internet… But it’s been five nights in a row and I can’t keep it in any longer. The WORLD needs to know. I am so drunk with excitement I am about to throw a parade in honor of my 8 solid hours of sleep. Then I am going to roll out that health care reform and get the whole Afghanistan situation sorted once and for all…

Lights Out!