Naomi and I spend an incredible amount of time talking about our baby's sleep schedule. When did he fall asleep? What time should he go down? HIs third nap wasn't great, I mean it was okay but not great. I'm tired. Are you tired? 

About a month ago we made a huge step: we put him down in his crib with his pacifier, said goodnight and he woke up 12 hours later. It was nothing short of miraculous. 

That continued for a few weeks and then something changed. Suddenly he couldn't fall asleep on his own which made him desperate and frustrated, which made him cry a lot, which made us desperate and frustrated.

In passing I mentioned it to a friend who immediately announced: "6 month sleep regression!" Then she hung up the phone.  

I googled it. Turns out it's a real thing. Apparently the little motor that runs my little guy is doing some overtime building new neural bridges so that he can sit, crawl, and learn how to turn on a PS3. This makes his nights more challenging, making his days full of crying, frustration, and general grumpiness -- for his parents.

The solution? Time. Wait it out, he'll go back to normal.  

Okay, so by now you're double checking your address bar on your browser wondering if you've accidentally visited that parenting site your sister-in-law keeps sending you. No, no, this is about soccer. 

This weekend Chelsea pay Tottenham a visit at White Hart Lane. 

On paper we should be fine. We've had a stunning run of form, scoring 20 goals while only letting in 1 (1!) and having only lost one game in all competitions this year... Which is generally one of those misleading stats that means we've won 2 lost 1 and drawn 18 but in this case other than the one against Arsenal, we've yet to lose another game.

Meanwhile Mourinho's Chelsea look all over the place, securing season tickets on the narrative teeter-totter of "team in crisis! team to win league!" that so many of the supposed big clubs in this year's premiership seem to be on. 

But not us. Our teeter-totter describes the bounce between: "punching above their weight" and "the genuine article." 

In the past 6 days we've played 3 games and won all three. Tromsø, Cardiff, Villa, win, win, win. We have depth, we have skill, we have tactical genius. 

Gone is Harry's tactic of "fucking run around a bit!"

At Cardiff the story wan't really about Paulinho's brilliant little back heel goal, and it wasn't even about Lamela's perfect cross. It was about AB putting Lamela on for the final 20 minutes, seeing that he was lost on the left, subbing Kane (an erstwhile striker) for Townsend on the wing, having him switch sides with Lamela instantly turning the Argentine into a vibrant, striking, threat -- unleashing his ability to cut in, take on defenders, and ultimately play a very clever ball into Paulinho's very clever heel.

When did this change happen? With 5 minutes left. Neither AVB nor the rest of the squad gave up on the game. And with 5 minutes left they continued to adjust, continued to work, and eventually it paid off. 

In other words, it was the perfect nexus of hard work, planning, thought, and the miraculous. Not dissimilar to the first time the boy slept through the night.

And yet, this weekend we may lose. It's almost in the cards. Teams can't win forever, and if it doesn't happen against Chelsea then will it happen against City? United? Hull?  

I don't know. And here's the thing: it won't matter.  

If we lose this weekend (and I honestly don't think we will) it won't be anything other than a 6 month sleep regression. An eventual blip in what I'm sure will be is going to be an incredible campaign. 

How do I know? 

This morning I put Diego in his crib, rubbed his back for a minute, said goodnight and walked out of the room with a smile on his face. Last night he sobbed and sobbed every time I left the room. This morning he rolled over and went to sleep.