Rip van Winkle-Chicken

Malcolm has slept through the night the past three nights, and four of the past six nights! He's been going to bed around 7 and waking up around 6:30 in the morning happy as can be. Perhaps he knew Matt was out of town and I needed the sleep (Lucinda still gets up once, but once is better than twice, right?). Perhaps it's because he learned to roll onto his belly and he sleeps better that way. Or, perhaps he's no longer hungry at night since we've bumped up his five daytime bottles to 7 oz. each. Whatever the reason, there is finally light at the end of the sleep deprivation tunnel. Go, Chicken, Go! Of course, I've surely just jinxed it...