Baseball talk and good mornings

Last night one of those sweet moments where you're reminded, "This is why we had a child," occurred. We were getting ready for bed and getting ready to put Reed down in his crib, and he was just not ready for bed at all. So we took him back to our bedroom for a few minutes so he could relax. He and Michael ended up having a conversation about baseball. Reed was talking away, and then would stop and look at Michael and wait on him to say something back. So this went back and forth for a few minutes, and they talked about spring training, the cubs,the braves, etc. It was one of those moments that I will tuck away to remember forever.

Then this morning, as if that wasn't sweet enough, I went in to check on him because it was passed the time he usually gets up and I hadn't heard anything, this is what I found. He was happy as could be and staring up at the mobile (which, by the way, is the single most amazing invention for babies). He sort of looked at me as if to say, "Go away, Mom. I'm busy." So I did. Got a few things done around the house and went back to check on him. This time he was back on his back, and seemed ready for me to get him. So I did.