The little one, Jacob, has decided he will sleep through the night. BUT ONLY IF you get him to bed about 11:00 at night. And for some reason, he only sleeps well on his stomach. On his back? Forget it. His hands start punching the air so much you would think George Forman was laying there.
He has also started swatting at his toys with more profenciency. Tomorrow, I teach him to follow the ball.
