Oh happy day!  Two and a half months after his birth, Aidan has reached his first milestone...the eight hour stretch at night.  I must say, though, it is more a milestone for me.  I can actually sleep six hours without interruption.  Well, as long as I don't count the four year old kneeing me in the chest as he climbs over me to get to the middle of my bed each night. 

Having to get up in the middle of the night to feed the baby these last two months has turned me, more or less, into a zombie.  So, no more precious pictures with the baby when my eyes are too puffy to open fully and with those big black circles underneath.  No amount of make-up could hide those!  Sure, the barn still needs painting on a daily basis, but I can start cutting back on the amount of primer I was using. 

And no more driving at the pace of a snail.  I often found myself driving twenty miles an hour on city streets because my brain was just too tired to tell my foot to press down harder on the gas pedal.  Of course, I did learn a valuable lesson from the glacial receding type driving...I conserved a lot more gas!  I think, then, that I'll be speeding up to thirty miles an hour.

No more leaving my keys on the front lawn, no more driving away from the house without shoes on, and no more dirty underwear for the rest of the household.  (Of  course I am the only one with a month's supply...laundry that doesn't get done only ends well for she who takes advantage of Victoria's Secret five for twenty-five panty sale!)

So, Mrs. Ijames finally has her zzzz's.  But alas, only until  someone gets sick, or the baby starts teething, or I get suckered into voting a hundred times for my favorite American Idol.  I'll take what I can.