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Niko is sleeping through the night on a fairly regular basis these days. This is kind of like when somebody hits you over the head with a 2×4 for six months and then stops. Quite lovely, to say the least. Last night he actually slept from 7pm to 7am. Ironically, I spent 5am to 7am worried he was dead. The “worried child is dead” fear in parenting is a very confusing emotional state. If he is dead, I’m not sure I want to know, so I might as well go back to sleep. But who can sleep when there is a chance their child is dead? On the other hand, if he isn’t dead, and I wake him checking to make sure he is alive, my wife is probably going to kill me. So I spent two hours trying to get Sumo to go check on him. (Needless to say, Sumo is no Lassie. I hope Niko never falls down a well.)

Niko continues to suck down “solid” foods like a champ. (As Jon predicted, not an ounce of it sticks to his bones.) He has an uncanny ability to get his right foot into his mouth at the “messy pinnacle” of the meal. I’m unable to get into his head and figure how how he logically goes from “wow, these mushed up peaches are amazing!” to “I bet my right foot would taste good about now.” You could easily tell which mornings I feed Niko simply by pajamas food stains on the right foot. Like one of those National Geographic nature photographers, I managed to catch him in the act, right before foot got to mouth.

Next I’m going to try to catch a shot of him sleeping in his natural habitat.