A little shut-eye

I'm hesitant to even put this in writing for fear that it will cease to be. Wyatt has been sleeping in later than usual and I have never been more happy. Both days over the weekend he slept until 8:15. I'm attributing it to the new blackout curtains and his general activity level during the days. It's difficult to put into words the difference this makes in our day but it's remarkable for both of us. We're both better rested and seem to deal with life a whole lot better when we're not exhausted.

I'm not bragging, really. I'm being thankful for what is rather than what isn't. I can easily make a list of all of the challenges too (He still eats dirt and now licks the soap off his body during every bath. Again, Pica? He opens the fridge and cracks eggs into kitchen bowls. He whines and whines and whines and doesn't understand why saying, "Please," one hundred times in a row does not get him what he wants every time. He picks the unripe summer squash off the plant, the one I've been dreaming of for at least a month. Aside from "please" his favorite word combination is, "No, no, no, no, no." Need I go on?) but am learning how to revel in life's highlights a bit more.

If I had a picture to go along with his post, it would be of me, waking up at 7:30 to no alarm or shouting child, spending a little time alone with my cup of coffee topped with frothed milk and reading a non-children's book.