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No, I don’t mean those times when I eat a pint of Ben and Jerry’s at one sitting or when I buy that extra pair of shoes that I know I shouldn’t because they look soooo similar to the ones I already have in my closet.  I’m talking about laughing when I’m trying to rock The Tot to sleep.  She does the funniest things when she’s tired and fighting sleep.

Today when I turned on the music and started rocking her she immediately started with “hnnnnnn”, “hnnnnnn”, “dadadadada” and kicking her legs.  She usually will then progress to gnawing on The Mommy’s shoulder or, more painfully, the collarbone (ouch!).  If there is any paraphernalia or decoration attached to or hanging off of my person, she then will find it, pick it up and hold it directly in front of my face with an expression that says ”Mommy!  Look what I found!”.  Then it goes in her mouth.  Take it out.  Stare at it.  Hold it really, really close to Mommy’s face again.  Put it in the mouth again.  Bury head in Mommy’s chest then look up reaaaaal slow with big, wide eyes and a huge gri as if to say “Are you sure you want to put me to sleep now when I’m so cute?”  All the while I am attempting to sing the lovely tune that is coming out of our CD player.  It’s a nice song.  Jack Johnson.  I like it.  I like to sing it.  But sometimes I am reduced to just holding her and shaking because I am laughing so hard She knows she has me and she starts to laugh, too.  Not good in terms of getting her to sleep but worth it in terms of the warm fuzzies…