My first 12-hour sleep at night

Mom was elated this morning when I woke up at 7.15 am and she saw all the feeding bottles still on the rack - a sign that Dad didn't feed me last night around midnight as usual. My last bottle yesterday was around 7.30 pm, right after Dad gave me a bath. Wow, I'm really a BIG BOY now, sleeping for 12 hours straight!!!
Just a month ago, in my 2nd month's visit to Dr. Moureaux, she said that I should be able to sleep about 10 - 12 hours at night by the time I reached 3-month mark. Mom and Dad was in disbelief, as that sounded too good to be true, given that I still had 1 - 2 feedings at night back then. Tomorrow I'll be 3-month old; so Dr. Moureaux has it absolutely right.
Mom was so happy; at the same time a bit worried that I was very hungry. I was, in deed. I finished all the 7 ounces she gave me; while I only took in 6 ounces at a time before.
By the way, I take timing and scheduling very seriously. When Mom was close to the due date, Dad prayed that I would give him time to complete his project which was going crazily hectic at that time. The project finished on Feb 12th; at 2am on Feb 13th Mom had water broke. Dad got exactly what he wished for; the only thing was that he had no time to rest. After several nights of having conference calls with his colleagues in Asia working on the project, he was in for a long string of almost sleepless nights with my arrival.
Also talking about staying on schedule, my feeding times are very predictable: 7 am - 11 am - 3 pm - 7 pm - 11 pm. Of course there are some 15 - 30 minutes plus or minus around each time but in general I'm very on schedule. Mom and Dad often joke that they don't need to have clocks in the apartment anymore! Now that I can sleep much longer at night,I can take in more each time (7 - 8 oz) so I can drop the 11 pm feeding. It just takes a bit longer to drink more; and I need to have some play time about half way through. I love that though - stretching my arms and legs, having my little massage, cooing and playing with Mom and Dad, or sometimes just snoring :-)
p/s: In the picture you see here, I was having the 'micro fiber' blanket (a gift from Vankatesh and Vanitha in Toronto) on me and a pacifier in my mouth. These two are often my companions in nap times. They give me comfort in the beginning; however, I often spit out the pacifier and kick the blanket off after a while. And I don't want to tug my arms underneath the blanket. Never ever. No matter how hard Mom and Dad try to wrap the blanket around me, I often pull my arms out and put them on top of the blanket right away.