The first of many laughs

"When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about. And that was the beginning of faries."
James Barrie (author of Peter Pan)



Can you imagine being able to pinpoint the exact moment in time when laughter first entered your life?
For Rhylah, the moment occurred last night, as Nathan and I were cooing at her and she was copying the sounds ... each copycat sound accompanied by something closer and closer to a chuckle until the sound sort of gurgled up out of her in a short chortle ... followed by a shocked look on her face as her daddy and I cheered rather loudly. I think maybe we scared her, so I hope she's not afraid to laugh again sometime!

In other news, little miss Rhy has graduated to 3-6 month clothes (sniff!) and is growing before our very eyes! She's also sleeping for 8 hour stretches about every other night. Which is WONDERFUL! It's getting to the point now that a midnight feeding is a rare thing indeed. We feed her a bottle of formula at about 10 p.m. and she's been sleeping until about 6 a.m., at which point she snoozes between me and Nathan on her "princess" pillow, to keep her elevated and out of harm's way (not that I'm really sleeping anymore, at that point!) I've come to adore these morning snuggles, even though she doesn't always fall back asleep, and spends most of the time cooing at me or batting me in the face with her small fists.
My new nickname for the little lady is "princepecia," (prince-ah-pay-cha) which she seems to like. I think I heard it a long time ago when watching "Life is Beautiful," strangely enough. Anyway, it's Italian for "princess," and she certainly is the princess of our household!