and then there were two. . .

It seems that The Ben has taken rather fondly to the sleeping thing lately. Each warm and starry night following the Independence Day debacle has been experienced only by mother and father whilst the son slumbers for between 6.5 and 9 hours a stretch. And none to soon. Anna spent three of those past eight nights hustling around the Lake Forest Hospital labor and delivery rooms leaving father and son on their lonely own to fall asleep watching baseball while eating Doritos and thawed breast milk, only to wake up again without the third and most enjoyable person in the family. I suppose things could be shoddier. Anna and I are truly too blessed. Thank God for healthy little sleeping babies. Especially ours.