Monkey gets more happy and fun by the day, and I feel so fortuate that (90% of the time, not to include last night when he decided sleeping was to take place in no longer than 2 hour increments) he is just the most easygoing little guy. And earlier this afternoon, I SWEAR he giggled. I have no idea if 8 week old babies can giggle. I'll consult my Dr. Sears baby bible later. But we were sitting here on the couch having a little discussion about our plans for the evening- the usual- bottle, bath, books, bottle again, watch mommy shove a Lunchable in her mouth while keeping the bouncy chair bouncing, hope daddy gets home before bedtime since he is oh-so-gifted at getting Anderson sleepy and really enjoys his alone time with el bebe during the bedtime routine. At the end of all this I told him how tonight, I had a feeling he was going to be a great sleeper and let his very tired parents get some much needed rest. Which sounded sort of like "and tonight, you're going to be the bestest widdle itty bitty sleeper weeper in the whole wide world so your mommy and daddy can get some sweepy sweep"- yes, this is a sad side effect of parenthood: you start talking like you've got a wicked speech impediment. The other night I asked J if he'd like some "chicken wicken for dinner winner". Thankfully he was too absorbed in Prison Break to even hear me.
Anyway, where was I? Oh- so in response, Monkey broke out a big smile....then came what sounded a whole lot like a sweet baby laugh. Monkey LAUGHED! That alone made this day a complete and total joy. Whether or not I sleep tonight.