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?