It's the little things that fill our hearts with so much love...

This early morning, and I mean EARLY, I heard Diego on the monitor, yet again. He's been having some sort of sleep regression and waking every 2-3 hours again. I thought to myself "Oh no, not again!". I reluctantly got up and paid him a visit. Upon opening the door, I saw him squirming around sideways on his crib (he's a wiggle worm and never wakes up facing the same direction I laid him down on). He saw me come in and gave me the biggest, gummiest smile yet. I picked him up and placed him on his changing table and he let out the most excited little squeal I have heard to date from him (mind you there have only been about 3 so far that I've heard). It's those moments that make it so worth while. I couldn't be upset about having lost yet another hour of precious sleep. HE was more precious than any amount of ZZZZ's I could rack up.