11 Days

I drifted into consciousness this morning and checked my clock. 6:50. I vaguely heard a noise over the monitor from Tate's room. I fell back to sleep. A minute later, Tate was diving into bed with Dave and I. I didn't remember Dave getting up to get Tate out of bed. Oh crap, that meant that Tate got out of bed himself. For the first time. Eleven days of big boy bed bliss, and now it's over. We'll see what tomorrow brings!