I’ll spare you all the details:
He slept from 9:30 to 6:30 in his crib, with minimal whining for Duck, George, Cow and Elephant.
And thank you, God, whoever invented those little nightlight/lullaby machines that attach to cribs, and an extra shout-out to my mother-in-law who bought Gus his. It’s a key player in the nightly stuffed animal roll-call.
I’m so proud of him, and I’m so, so excited not to have to share my pillow.