I fly home tomorrow. We're down to the last day here. I suspect we'll cram it full to the brim and overflowing. A bit more cleaning, cooking, meeting the family for church tonight. I don't think we have to go to Babies 'R Us today, after three days in a row!

We'll be up a bit early to make my flight. So two days ago, new Daddy Jeremy came to me, "Bev, I've got a proposition for you." If you knew Jeremy, you'd know to hesitate. It usually involves making him pancakes or something along that line. Instead he said, "how about Friday night you and I take all the shifts?" We'd planned for them to go on a "date" and me be the first official babysitter. So when they got home last night, Leslie tucked herself in, Jeremy took the midnight feeding and I went to bed also. I got my wakeup call at 7 am and Jeremy is now curled up on the sofa for a bit more shut eye. Leslie? She's still in bed at 8:30 am.

This new mommy has been sleeping for EIGHT HOURS STRAIGHT....Their baby is 11 days old. Often, when new mothers get together, after they all explain blow-by-blow their labor and delivery - the next hot topic is how old their baby was before they slept through the night.

Doesn't matter in this household. Sweet Jeremy, smart Jeremy. For years, when Leslie retells the story, she'll smile and say, "My baby was _________ old before he slept through the night, but me? I did when he was just 11 days old." Sounds a little like a few Bible stories, "...whenever stories are retold...." don't you think? I'm pretty confident I can fly home tomorrow, knowing Leslie and baby are in mighty fine hands indeed.

I think he might be available for weekend rentals. Just start with, "Jeremy, I've got a proposition for you....." He might accept payment in the form of a stack of pancakes.