No, I did not have an all-day all-you-can-eat chocolate fest lasting nearly 10 hours.
I didn't have a Brad Pitt movie marathon.
And I didn't enjoy a plane ride across the country.
My 9 hours and 45 minutes of bliss occurred between the hours of 8:30 p.m. and 6:15 a.m. It was during this time that a monumental miracle happened.
Tooth #2 has been reeking havoc on our night life. For a couple weeks we felt as if we'd been transported back to Kaylee's newborn days, waking up every 2 hours, and at times, spending an hour trying to get her back to sleep. It was torture for us, and I imagine it wasn't exactly more fun than a Barrel of Monkeys for Kaylee, either, what with her little razor sharp tooth trying to make it's appearance.
I fed her at 6:15 and she slept again from 6:30 to 9.
And if it happens again tonight, I'm sure it's a signal of Armageddon...