April 20, 2000 - Thursday
There's apparently nothing like a good night's sleep for Harry because he's so often such a happy baby in the morning. He talks, he kicks, he squeals in delight, and lately he's been laughing. It's a wonderfully innocent and uninhibited laugh, much like any baby I suppose, but it's such pure joy and it's my son. It's very pleasing.

Actually, this new fancy with laughter made Harry pretty happy most of the day. Once when he was lying on the floor, I made like I was falling and came within a couple of inches from his face with my face. He apparently thought that was about as funny as life could get. I did it again, of course, and again, and Harry was beside himself with delight.

Boy, if I could store up this ability for use over the next 18 years that would be the ticket, but I'm afraid as Harry gets more sophisticated these moments of innocent happiness and laughter won't be so easy to come by. Or, maybe they'll just be different.


Comments, opinions?