Sleeping through!

Oh my. We finally know what all those other parents have been enjoying since week dot: Anya slept through the night last night.

The joy of having a baby like Anya is that she is always on, full of beans and into everything that's happening around her. The flipside is that this doesn't stop when she goes to bed: if Anya wakes up at 10pm, she's likely got an empty stomach from all the crawling and standing and smiling and looking she's been doing, and she's likely immediately wondering where mum and dad are, and she's likely priming her little lungs to make sure they know about it.

Hence the pretty settled pattern we've had for the last few months, where she would wake up once around 10pm and again around 3am. Like her parents, she's got a fast metabolism. As a result, Kate's barely had an unbroken night's sleep in nearly a year, and I haven't done much better.

Today's a red letter day. She went to bed around 6.30pm, grumbled in her sleep a bit till 11, and then lay like a stone till she woke up hungry about 5.30am.

Once upon a time, I'd have looked at a 5.30am start to the day with horror. But this felt like bliss.