Baby Intuition

I'm beginning to think that Ethan knows the exact moment I situate myself on the couch, in front of the windows, and open my book to read. He has an uncanny knack for waking up at the precise moment I've read my first sentence. After I've done everything else I feel like I absolutely have to get done while he's sleeping, I've finally allowed myself to sit down and read for a few minutes. Inevitably, it only ends up being a few seconds before I hear that boy playing around in his crib. I think he has a gift. But seriously, if anyone ever needs an injection of joy in their day, just go borrow a 9-month old and go get him/her from their crib after a good nap. Oh, the smiles. There is nothing sweeter.