She can laugh for hours

Evie Bayou is a riot.  She's pretty much a broken baby, in that she doesn't walk (we're up to about 3-4 steps between furniture) and doesn't really talk.  But she is funny.  And happy.

This morning we rolled around on the floor together for about an hour and she laughed, uncontrollably, for at least an hour straight.  Oh, this child of mine.  You are a joy.  You're kinda mean, too.  But mostly you're a happy kid.  And I appreciate that.

Thank you for laughing it off when your sister nearly strangles you with an elastic band around your neck, while yanking backwards hard so that you practically bounce off the floor.    Take your time on the other stuff.  But please, please keep your joy.