But he made it through the night! Probably in part because I hung his limp and sleeping body over the toilet and told him "just go a little bit" at 11:00 after I finished watching Housewives of Atlanta. (I know, I know, but seriously everyone has their guilty pleasures)
And this morning I totally did the step and slide and fall on the skateboard left in the middle of the hall routine. (pardon my use of the word, "totally" but it felt appropriate considering the subject)
My point is, Henry is a big kid now. How did that happen?