do babies dream of lambs?

(Insert deep sigh of relief.)

My mother left this morning on an early flight, so the Gruntster and I remained blissfully in bed while Kevin dropped her off at the airport.

I was not entirely looking forward to my first day alone with Baby Boy, as his mornings haven't exactly been the most pleasant time of his day - he's been eating every 30 minutes with 15 minutes of fussing in between. And, it still breaks my heart to put a crying baby down in his bassinet, even if it is so I can dash to the bathroom.

Well, Peter was a trooper! He was very content to sleep peacefully in my arms for hour-long stretches, waking to peacefully feed and then drift off to baby sleep again. I was able to watch a few episodes of Martha, finish this week's Entertainment Weekly and make some progress on the most recent Backpacker. This pattern was continued when Kevin came home, during our walk to the library, and again while we were eating dinner.

Actually awake, at the library.

Which makes me a little wary for what tonight may hold. However, simple math tells us that happy Mama and happy Baby equals happy Family. (Sorry, Papa Bear - you're kind of a negligible part of the equation right now.)