life after 7:30 pm

Clay is sleeping an average of 10 hours a night now, which has left Eleanor and me in a state of shock. We still can’t quite believe it and keep waiting for him to wake up at every bark, bang, or bump. After 7:30 in our house it’s all quiet on the western front, but we continue to walk on tiptoes and speak in whispers until we go to bed. The pitter patter of feet is, ironically enough, our own.

I am also one of the clumsiest people you will ever meet. I run into doorways sober, and it’s really just a matter of time before the world comes crashing down (literally) and I ruin this sleep streak. Actually, Clay asleep is proving to be just as complicated as Clay awake. 

-Scott

Note From Eleanor: I used to think I was the least coordinated person in the world until I met Scott. I think Clay has developed such good sleeping habits simply as a survival tactic from his parents.