Records are like hearts. They are meant to be broken.

An amazing thing can happen when the stars are aligned, conditions are ripe and I don't have gas. The previous few nights I was not sleeping very well. I would wake up in the middle of the night with an upset tummy. My mommy would rock me and sing to me until my condition passed (literally) and then I'd fall back asleep.

Last night was different. It was special. Az anyam put me to sleep at 10pm and I didn't feel the need to wake up until 4:45am. "A thing of beauty is a joy forever". My man John Keats said that. I second that notion. Az anyam does, too. Actually, I guess that means she thirds that notion. While 6 hours 45 minutes isn't forever, it still was a thing of beauty.

Remember what I said yesterday about my butt never being on the ground because I'm held so much? Of course you do because you couldn't help but reread yesterday's magnificient post over and over again. An example is a four hour span on Saturday. Note that these pictures do not include the time I was held by parents/ grandparents/ mohels/ aunts/ uncle/ neighbors/ local dignitaries/cousins/great grandmothers/etc: