Just in case, dear reader, you and I aren't fast friends on facebook, I wanted to share two Witten-related things with you that happened here recently. I'm always chatting on and on about Noah and then tagging on something about Witten so ya'll won't forget I have two kids, so it feels right to share the spotlight a bit more today.
First sweet, adorable story of the morning: I was pulled from a deep, restful sleep (*sigh*) the other night by the sound of Witten's squeaky laugh. Witten's laugh is adorably funny. He can't laugh very well, actually. Instead of exhaling air with the traditional "he-he" or "ha-ha" sounds, Witten sucks in air with an almost painful sounding "eeeeehh!" The huge smile that accompanies his silly laugh lets me know that he's happy and not hurting. Anyways, I listened to him laugh for a little bit (until I was coherent enough to walk without stumbling in to walls), and then I went to investigate the source of this hilarity. When I came upon Witten, He was holding his noise-making stuffed giraffe and laughing in it's face. This went on for a while. Eventually he went back to sleep and I did too. Fin.
Now for Witten story number two: Witten tried out the Johnny-jump-up for the first time yesterday. It was the happiest I have ever seen that baby. Don't believe me? I'll show you!
|That's Witten mid-belly-laugh|
Be blessed this weekend, readers!