Last night, we went to wedding #3 of the season. It was a beautiful wedding - the nicest I've ever been to. Lots of champagne and great food. We took Owen with us and it was a rough night for him. We were wishing we had a sitter for the night and I think Owen was, too. He was not a happy camper. We stayed through dinner and cake (can't leave before the cake is served!) - which lasted until 9. On the way home, we talked about how we wished he would sleep well and that it could be his birthday present to Mike - a restful night. Then we laughed it off.

We got home and put Owen down for bed at 10:15. He didn't wake back up until 4:05... that's almost 6 hours! It was heavenly! I saw Mike have an "where's the baby?!" moment around 3:30 - neither of us could believe it. But, the sad news is that we know it won't last and that anything goes tonight. The good news is that we're going out for Mike's birthday tonight and Grandma and Grandpa are watching Owen. So, at least we get some alone time before another potentially rough night. I just keep telling myself that when he's 13, I'll be waking HIM up and telling him that he's sleeping too much.