Giggles

Laughter has always been at the heart of Jason's and my relationship.  We both love to laugh and between our goofy senses of humor and my natural "grace", we have ample opportunity to do so.  Throughout the years laughter has rescued us from fights, comforted us from loss and eased the boredom of many long flights and drives (what other adults do you know that drive down the road making fish faces at each other?).

In spite of all of this experience, though, neither of us was prepared for the overwhelming  joy of Charlie's laughter.  We took him swinging for the first time on Saturday, and my cheeks actually started to ache as he giggled his way to and fro.  It's definitely safe to say that he inherited our appreciation for silliness.  In the past few days it has become easier to make him laugh than to get him to stop, and I assure you there is no sweeter sound than his little "khu-kA-kAA-kheeee". 

He laughs when he's tickled, when he's changed, when Mommy & Daddy wake him up in the morning, when he gets ready for bath, when he sees Otis, when he swings, when he rides down the street in the pack, when Mommy flies his spoon almost to his mouth then throws it in reverse (beeps and all), when Mommy peaks around Daddy who is pushing him in the cart at Home Depot, when Mommy or Daddy sneaks around the edge of the couch, and sometimes just for fun.  He's an absolute delight.  The joy is just spilling out of him and brightening the world around him.  We are so amazingly blessed.

Playing in the Warming Drawer