This road trip has brought Jemma to one of my favorite baby phases. She's laughing. Full out, carried away, total body wiggle, laughing.
Before the trip she'd made a few noises that were trying to be laughs and she'd done a couple of little laughs that surprised her, but she hadn't really gotten tickled at something and kept going until we were at my best friend's house in Michigan. She let loose while watching Huck and Amy's son, Josh, jumping on the bed and falling down. She couldn't quite decide if she she loved the sensation or if she thought it hurt but she didn't let her indecision stop her. She laughed at them until they were sick of jumping.
I'd gotten a few short encores after that but nothing as big and Stephen seemed to always manage to miss it. You know how that goes. You yell, "Come quick! She's laughing!" He drops what he's doing and rushes in and then you spend the next 10 minutes doing whatever stupid thing you were doing before and trying to recreate the moment while your baby just sits there drooling a puddle and marveling at the ceiling fan.
Well, the last 2 days she's been on fire. She's been having a regular laugh-fest watching Huck and my Dad throw beach balls at each other. She's clearly a fan of slapstick. And her brother.
Stephen finally caught the show yesterday and fell in love all over again.
