Actually he was snoozing when I got home and I had to fight the urge to swoop him up and shower him with kisses. Once he woke up, though, all bets were off. He was a content little guy and I got to spend 5 good hours with him, including lots of nursing, bath time, and oodles of cuddles.
This kid cracks me up
We put him to bed a little after 9:00. J and I both just stood there looking down at him snuggled in the crib. It still never ceases to amaze me that he is all ours:
(We will be starting to break him of the boppy habit this weekend)
This morning when I got up I went out and listened to see if I heard him. Nope. I looked at my phone. He'd been asleep for a little over 9 hours. The whole time I was getting ready I was listening for a yell.
I went downstairs and packed up my lunch and got everything ready for the day. Finally I went in to get him. 9 hours and 40 minutes. Wow.
His eyes were half open, like he was about to wake up. He squinted at me as I picked him up and gave me a cute little groan and stretch when I put him on the changing table and unswaddled him.
I got my morning baby time while nursing him and got him changed for the day before I let him go. He was on the playmat when I left, ready for another day.
With all this sleep I either have the best baby ever, or he is hitting that 3 month growth spurt. Either way, I wouldn't trade him for anything in the world...