Do You Hear That?

Do you? The clouds are opening...the angels singing...the blessed peace....and let's count them altogether...1,2,3,4,5...(let's count HIGHER!!)...6,7,8 - yes, I am typing correctly...8 hours of continuous, uninterrupted, pillow-hugging, dream-filled sleep. Sadly, my first thought upon waking up, realizing that I hadn't been woken up at some point during the night was because of that nice little bump Kaleb got on his head in the afternoon. At this point in his life (all 9 months of it) I'm still thinking in the back of my mind that he isn't capable of actually sleeping through the night, despite the fact that other friend's children are younger than he is and sleeping nice long stretches at night for their mommies (I know, I shouldn't compare...). My son apparently enjoys seeing me stumble into his room at odd times of the night, attempt to avoid the land mine of various toys scattered over the floor, actually find him in his crib amid the many extra toys, random pieces of clothing and misc other items that his brother has thrown into his crib and thinks it fun when I try to also change his diaper with my eyes closed. So, while I am thrilled that I did get sleep, today my mind is racing thinking "Can I perhaps clone yesterday's actions and have a repeat performance? What did he eat? What was his napping schedule? Did I do something different?" :::sigh::: You'd think after having three others that I would remember that they all do eventually sleep through the night, but apparently my brain cells are such that I can't remember that. I'm sure it has nothing to do with a lack of sleep.