She has given us a preview of her laugh before -- a moderately deep belly laugh that will end up sounding like Julia Roberts' laugh when she gets older. But the other night I had finishing bathing her and smoothing lotion over her limbs when I leaned down and softly kissed her tummy. She thought it was the funniest thing imaginable...giggle giggle giggle. It went on for a solid 10 minutes before she turned fussy and starting crying. So I quickly got her into her sleepsuit and sleep sack (we've been done with swaddling for about a month and a half now -- she wiggles out of it and wakes herself up) and started rocking her and feeding her, and she was out like a light.
Speaking of giving up swaddling, Drew moved our (borrowed) bassinet up to the attic today; she has been in a crib for months now and we were using the bassinet as a sort of glorified end table. Sure felt a pang to see it go, though. I'm not surrendering it completely, just in case we have another. Ditto our swing, also borrowed from our almost-relatives, Doug and Linda. Drew has insisted we need to dismantle it because she's really too big for it and we haven't used it since before we left for Hawaii last November. I told him she still fits into it which, technically, she does. But the whole chair sagged when she sat in it today, so I reluctantly assented to have it taken away. This means our living room looks more like a living room these days...until we have to set up the playpen to keep her from crawling into the fireplace!
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