And finally one from this weekend.

Journaling Reads:
Daddy and I are quite religious about what time we put you down. We had some problems getting you to stay asleep in the early months, so we adopted a very structured routine and have stuck to it every day.

Until a few weeks ago.

Our good friends, Manu and Hana decided to get married right during the time we put you to bed, so instead of getting a babysitter, we decided to bring you along. We figured if you stay up late for one night, it wouldn't make the world end. I didn’t tell Daddy but I was nervous about how you might behave and whether we'd have to leave during the ceremony.

But I was wrong.

You were an angel the whole time. You read your book, ate bread, drank water, played with crayons and even cheered at the end when everyone clapped. At the end of the night, when it got dark, the restaurant lit up little candles all along the tables. You'd never seen such little fires before and you were absolutely fascinated with them. Looking at them, touching them, and especially blowing them out. You leaned into the little flames and puffed as hard as you could. I was having so much fun watching you that I forgot to tell you not to do it.

My little David, it turns out the world doesn't end when we keep you up once in a blue moon. It can even be a little bit of fun.

Okay, maybe more than a little bit.