Jillian continues to sleep, eat, poop, sleep, eat, poop. There’s a little crying mixed in there, too, but not much. She’s a pretty docile kid thus far. Erin, who gets up with her, has even managed a six hour stretch of sleep at one point. Last night it was about five. Lousy by objective standards, excellent by the standards of new parenthood. In fact, it’s actually better than I’ve been doing in some respect because now I get up with both Jonah and Elisha. Between the two of them I’ve had some pretty weak nights of sleep in the last 10 days. But better me than Jillian, I suppose.