You love to make us laugh. And you love to laugh yourself. Last night, you kept looking away and whipping your head back around to look at daddy in the eyes and when he did it back, you thought it was hilarious.
You clapped your hands "Yay" when I said Yay when we got to Walmart yesterday. First time you put the two together, yourself, I think...the word and the clap.
To fall asleep, you have a ritual of nursing, sitting up, bouncing a little, and then leaning back against me or your Dad and just general flopping around a lot. D-d-d-d-d-d-deh is what you say while you do this.
You have more hair and some curls and I love them. I love rubbing the back of your neck, where those curls are, while you sleep near me.
I think I've completely given up on sleep-training you at least until you're weaned. Looks like its you and me, as long as you need it to be, to fall asleep. Looking forward to many more flopping around sessions...
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