Rhys is a giggly boy. He smiles at everything and everyone. He loves being tickled and has a giggle that sounds a lot like a hiccup. He clearly loves his mother. Who can blame him?
Jameson is at the stage where he picks things up after seeing them once. Apparently, one night I laid on my belly to read him a book. Ever since, he won't sit in my lap. He'll grab his book and lay down. He then looks up at me, smiles, and taps the spot next to him until I lay down.
Just some fun playtime and making faces.
