Over the weekend I gave the Youngling a bath and, inevitably, we soon had the situation where her butt slipped and I frantically lunged to get a better grip before her head got a lot wetter than intended. What was her reaction? She laughed.
I'd heard her laugh a few times before, but that was just a bit of a chuckle, a smile with emphasis. This was a genuine peel of delighted laughter. What could I do but laugh back? This made her laugh all the more, and soon enough we were both in hysterical giggles, splashing each other with bath water. It was a tough weekend in some ways, but that bathtime erased all other concerns. The laughter of a 12 week old baby is just magical.
2 comments:
Sorry to hear your weekend was tough. I hope Sarah's better now - and hope it wasn't too much of a nuisance having us visit. It was great to see you both and meet Bethan. She did have a most fetching way of grinning every time you looked at her.
Ah, the weekend wasn't bad really, just a bit tiring. It was, however, great to see you, so thanks for coming over. And thankyou, S. is now feeling a lot better.
Post a Comment