of the twins' room.
Or maybe, it's just a baby.
That's right, folks, Drew is sleeping through the night, and has been moved out of our room.
Oh, happy day!
Can you hear the birds singing? Can you see the beam of sunshine straight from heaven above, shining down so bright and glorious, accompanied by the angel choir with their very best rendition of Hallelujah?
Oh, that's just in my head? Too bad. It's beautiful.
Drew started sleeping through the night right before Christmas. Prior to that, I had gotten eight uninterrupted hours of sleep less than twenty times in over three years. Ever since we were in our little duplex, with our sweet not-quite two-year-old daughter, thinking "This is great! We think it's time for our second child." That was a long time ago.
The sleeping arrangements are going well. The only problem is that Drew normally wakes at 6:30, and the twins at 7:30. Grant has been waking when I come to get Drew and is upset that he cannot get up, too. I think in a few days it will be fine.
Ahhh, sweet, sleeping bliss!