It happened this week.
I was in our house one morning, feeding the dogs, when suddenly I realized that baby Bear had been quiet for about five minutes. Not a peep.
What did I do? Obviously, I panicked. The kid was clearly dead, in some sort of SIDS/parental neglect catastrophe that had occurred the second I turned my back. (Never mind that he was safely in the Pack-and-Play: in my mind, something terrible had happened.)
So I race over, and what do I find?
This happy baby. Just sitting there, playing with his toys. Not making a peep.
File this one under: Happy baby, Happy mama.
And, gosh, you guys. Isn’t he so freaking cute?