and OMG, I hope it's here to stay.
Last night, my dear friend Julia came over for dinner. We splurged, and had filet mignon wrapped in bacon and wild mushroom risotto. Sooo good. It would have been better if I could have timed things better so that everything was ready at the same time (the risotto was so laborious, I couldn't start the filets until I had finished it, so it was a bit cool by the time we sat down to eat). And for dessert, I made a lemon-ginger pound cake (it was supposed to be a lemon-poppyseed cake, but I didn't know that poppyseed filling is a seasonal item -- most commonly used for hamantaschen). The ginger worked out well, and everything was lovely. We also broke out our bottle of Fresno State wine from our trip over Labor Day up to Kingsburg to visit the family (yes, Fresno State makes their own wine). My review of the Primativo: a lot of sediment, but still a tasty red.
Vivian had only had one nap yesterday (she refused to take her afternoon nap), so I was a bit worried about how she would handle a guest and relatively late night. I shouldn't have worried. Vivian was her normally charming self -- she was bubbly and happy for most of the night.
Julia left about 9:30, which is about an hour later than Viv normally goes to sleep. She went to sleep easily, and was down for the count until about 12:30, when she woke up with either a nightmare or teething pains (she has a new tooth coming in on the bottom). I was able to nurse her back to sleep, and then I went to sleep.
And then, the miracle.
First, let me say that Vivian normally wakes up at about 4 a.m., wanting to come into bed with us. And that's fine to me -- my basic rule is that if it's after 2 a.m., she can come in.
But this morning, nothing. Richard woke up about 7 a.m. and went in to Vivian's room to see what was going on. And Vivian was awake, but just sitting up in her crib and playing and reading to herself.
Wow. This is so cool. If this is a sign of things to come, it's awesome.