Bottle That Baby!

I love listening to N laugh! And fortunately for me, he loves to laugh. For some reason, watching someone follow us upstairs is just hysterical for him. Giggles and laughter and bouncing (now I know why they call them bouncing baby boys!) abound. I've decided that the pharmaceutical company that learns how to bottle baby giggles will make a gazillion dollars and beat out all the other anti-depressant producers.

And fortunately for Jester, the not-so-bald feline (still odd looking, but the fur is coming back) is one of N's favorite toys. Every time that cat moves, N laughs. N is pretty much Jester's only fan these days. That old cat is back to his cantankerous ways: biting the hand that feeds him, crying as soon as the baby is somewhat asleep, trying to trip you up as you go up/down the stairs.... generally making a nuisance of himself. He's used up all of his nine lives, as far as I'm concerned.