On the 25th and again today you laughed, a rumbly kind of laugh different from your chatty chuckle. It’s all I really want for you that kind of sparkly-eyed delight (especially since I imagine the inputs will improve – I was just making faces and funny noises). You’re also spinning around like a rap [break] dancer when we lay you on the floor. By jackknifing repeatedly you turn 360 degrees and seem quite pleased with yourself.