Well Eli’s illness/developmental spurt?/teething? was tough. A few days of very little sleep for me due to lots of nightwaking by the boy had me exhausted by last Friday. At that point he was the world’s saddest baby, not feverish but covered in a viral rash, not feeding or settled. Of course when I finally decided that maybe a visit to the doctor would be sensible he metamorphosed into a giggling, cooing (rashy) charmer. Last night he slept through – at least 7 hours – I don’t expect it to happen again soon but it was nice! Picture is of my poor rash covered monkey.