Right now I feel like spinning around on a mountain top like a friggin lunatic because Jake, my dear boy, SLEPT from 11p.m. - 6a.m. and didn't make me wake up to shrieks of terror. He was actually cooing and just looking at the paint on the walls when I walked in. I just stared at him for a few moments in utter disbelief and wonder. He was like a little cherub baby all happy and chubby. We've decided we're keeping him.