Beckett always goes right to sleep. Well, usually. Tonight, however, he fussed and fussed. (By "fussed and fussed" I mean, about 2 minutes of quiet whining.) Because he rarely fusses, and because he is baby number three and rotten to the core, I went in to see what was the problem? I lifted him out of the packnplay (we are staying at Granny and Grandad's while Nate is out of town) and asked him what was wrong? "Da-dee, da-deeee" he said over and over. So, I did what any great mother of this century would do and went for the iPhone. His tired little face lit right up as soon as Da-dee came up on the screen. He pointed, he laughed, he blew kisses, he open-mouth kissed the screen and said his "nigh nigh"s to good ole Daddo who was talking to us from what looked to be an alleyway in New Orleans. I guess in just 2 short nights his bedtime routine had already adapted to Daddy giving his goodnights via FaceTime, because as soon as we hung up, he went right back to his bed and right to sleep. It's not always the case, but tonight I am admitting my gratitude for technological advances. Forget blankies, bottles or
wynken, blynken & nod...Steve Jobs is our
sandman tonight.