The most amazing thing has happened

The most amazing thing has happened here at Fussy-butt Central. I've waited to write about it because I wanted to be sure. I wanted it to stick just long enough for me not to jinx it when I did tell everyone the happy news.

Connor is putting himself to sleep at night.

I don't mean, he's getting off of the sofa saying, "Mom, Dad, I'm beat. That opening every door in the kitchen at Papaw and Nana's and then chasing the cat all over the place at Grammie's really did me in. I'll reshingle the roof tomorrow, g'nite"

Once he finishes his bottle, he tosses it across the living room like he's drinking shots at a Greek wedding and then we go into the bedroom, where after being put into the crib, he assumes the angel-baby position and falls asleep.

Since Jorma puts him to bed almost every night, this must have been his doing. It's so wonderful. No more wailing from the crib, no more baby not going down until 9pm, no more two hour fights to get the baby asleep by 9pm. Just blissful silence. Which is a relief since, his sibling will be arriving sometime in early September. I'm pregnant!