Lying at my feet on Saturday morning, eating a pop tart. Or a 'ha ta!' as he calls them. He was up in the early morning, like 5:00, talking and couting, for a while but went back to sleep until 8:30. Sometimes I think about how when he was tiny I would wonder when he would sleep through the night. I'm glad I didn't know then that it would be more than 2 and a half years.