Something strange happened in our house this week. This happened.
Not that I want to brag or anything, but this is Tyson sleeping. At 6 AM. After not waking up once since we put him to bed at 7 PM. 7 PM! I'm sure you don't need me to do the math for you, but that's 11 hours! 11 hours!
I could do cartwheels. Or back flips. But probably more realistically cartwheels. I don't really think I could do a back flip.
Please let this continue, please let this continue, please let this continue.