Ten Hours

Ten hours. Ten! Hours! Ten ten ten! If I say it enough, I might start to believe it.

Milo slept for ten hours in a row last night. He (and we) slept through the night for the first time. It's pretty awesome, not getting out of bed until it is light outside. Poor little baby, though—he was quite hungry. Not to worry, Milo. After not being emptied for that many hours, these boobs have plenty of breakfast for you.

Nom nom nom.*

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