Summer seems to be on its way out in Brooklyn. So much so that today, which has been gorgeous, was the first day I felt caught short by not having a hat for Axel. I improvised with his MC Hammer pants at the mothers' meet up in the park this morning.
I am feeling pretty good today as last night Axel slept his very first 6 hour stretch.
It was from 8 p.m. until 2 a.m. so it didn't help us all that much, especially when one of the cats found a toy rattle and proceeded to hunt it under our bed at 11 p.m., but it was amazing nonetheless since it proves that it can be done.
If only I could recreate that every night. The puzzling part is that for the past several weeks I've been waking Axel up before I go to bed (after another Homeland marathon) in the hopes that a dream feed will allow us all a longer stretch of sleep.
The first time I skipped that feed, he slept much longer. So now I am not sure what to believe. Was it a fluke? Let's hope not, shall we?