The boy dropped his day sleeps, just shy of turning two. Not decisively, but we encouraged it, and it has stuck.
And we are now relishing a new, blissful routine. Our days - and nights - are vastly improved. For all of us. Our days are smooth, save the late afternoon melts. His mood is up. Our nights are *gasp* easy. He reliably goes to bed - and to sleep! - around 6pm, when he is so exhausted he asks for bed. And sleeps around TWELVE HOURS!* Last night it was THIRTEEN and a HALF!! People of the world!!
I never in a billion years thought we would get here, not even close.
I am hesitant to type this, but our collective jubilation overfloweth. We have our nights back - huzzah!
I also feel apologetic as I type this, as I know some very lovely people in the bloggerhood are also struggling through horrible sleep woes, while I brag about my winnings.
I also realise that this could all change with the wind.
In the meantime, we just hope and hope and hope that this new thing sticks, and relish the now.
I think we've earned it.
*Not unabridged. There are still around three night-time stirrings / wake-ups, but this is small-fry in our world.