This afternoon, "He-who-shall-never-ever-ever-sleep-during-the-day" took a two hour nap. Two. Hours. This has never happened in the 151 days since he was born. And there was much rejoicing.
I'm not a huge fan of medicating children, but I am praising God for Zantac today. This is the second child of mine who went from sleepless and screaming, to some sleep and less screaming with this drug. There's something to be said for that. You know, like, "Praise the Lord!"