He’s a sleeper.
I really shouldn’t brag, but I’m going to anyway. I’ve got a great baby. He’s been sleeping through the night since he was 6 weeks old. And I’m not talking 5-6 hours either. Most night it’s a solid 8 hours. Plus he’s a very thoughtful little soul. Generally when he wakes up in the morning he just chills in his crib, making quiet conversation with his stuffed friends until I’ve decided to wake up. Unfortunately, I’m not nearly as skilled at sleeping as the boys of the house. I tend to need a little extra in the mornings to make up for each restless night.
These days we are on a pretty regular story-time schedule as well. Each morning we get up, Henry eats, and then I read him a story, or two, or eight. This mornings picks were “Andy Warhol’s Colors” followed by “Hop on Pop”. Then it’s straight back to dreamland for my little sweetie.