Well, Fletcher is out of town for work, so last night was my first night alone with Bennett. I'll have to admit, I was a little nervous about how it would all go down. I'm proud to say we both survived. We fell asleep after watching all the crazy people audition on American Idol (I'm embarrassed that I'm exposing my first-born to such nonsense, but I can't help it). Bennett is a late-night eater like his mommy. Once the clock strikes midnight, he's ready to eat. Lucky for me, he seems to like his crib and will entertain himself until he drifts off to sleep once I put him down. Today I have a doctor's appt, so we'll see how he does there. I'm praying he naps...please let him nap. I don't want to be that lady with the screaming baby....not yet anyway. I know my time is coming. Here's a picture from last weekend's visit with Pappa and Grammy (my dad and stepmom). This is Bennett having "tummy-time". I need to take this in to the nurse to prove that we really are doing our tummy time.
