Listening in...

So, I'm sitting here enjoying my morning cup of coffee and checking my email, when the baby monitor lights start flashing, indicating my little guy is starting move around in his cradle. Out of habit, I start to push back my chair to get up and retrieve him from his morning nap...when I realize...he is happily coo-ing away. I am not sure what he's looking at, but he is enthralled and vocalizing his pleasure by "goo-goo-ing" and "ahhh-wooo-wooo-ing." I want to get up and get him, but I am transfixed by the sound of my son's joyful chatter. So I just sit here and watch the monitor blink away as his sweet, little baby voice fills the air. There is truly nothing better than listening to a happy baby!

I am usually a little slow to completely wake up and get moving each morning, and until I've had my coffee, I am not exactly cheerful. So it surprises me to all get-out that my son opens his eyes and begins "talking" and smiling. So much so, I have begun calling him Mr. Smiles.

As I am sitting here eavesdropping on my son's conversation (with himself) I hear a distinct noise. A little like thunder coupled with a whoopee cushion. Oh dear. The happy baby noises have stopped. The room has gone quiet. More thunder. More whoopee cushion. That can only mean one thing.

I gotta run. Mr. Smiles is yelling for me to come and see what he's done.