Belly Laughs

(Today's guest poster is Jenn from Juggling Life, and boy she isn't kidding with that name. She is the queen of multi-tasking, and often, her posts make my head spin, but I love reading about her fun life! She is the kind of person that everyone wants as a friend, and a mom who everyone probably goes to for advice!)


Though the youngest of my four children is a freshman in high school, I find that I faithfully read and enjoy several blogs written by moms of babies and toddlers. (Jen's being one of them). I think I read them because they take me back to what was a magical time in my life--and, I like to think, my children's lives. All of the different stages of life and parenting have their positives and negatives--and I wouldn't want to be stuck in the baby/toddler years forever, but they were sure fun while they lasted.
My firstborn was MVP--an 8 lb., red-headed, pop-eyed (from the suction), slightly-bruised thing at birth. Now he is a strapping 6'2, not the least-bit pop-eyed, 19-year old. I won't be the first to tell you the time flies.
MVP and I spent a lot of time at night alone as the job my husband worked required long, late hours. One night I was sitting on our bed, MVP facing me in my lap; I was playing patty-cake with him. He was 2-months old.
Now, as a new mother and an inveterate researcher and devourer of information, I knew exactly what and when every developmental milestone was. Belly laughs were 3 months.
Yet at some point during our game of patty-cake MVP's grins turned into giggles turned into belly laughs. I was in love with the kid already, but if I hadn't been . . .! We spent an entire evening laughing at and with each other. It was a magical night and one I will always remember.
That header up there? It takes me back!