I can make the baby laugh

Today, during our post-daycare nursing, Walter rather insistently let me know all about his fingernails and how long they've gotten (too long! too fast!  We think he's in the middle of a growth spurt ... but does that make fingernails grow faster, too?) Finally I intercepted his hand with a high five, something we've been teaching Walter about lately. He stopped nursing for a second and looked up at me like, "Did you just do that?" "High five!" I said quietly. He cracked up.  We laughed together for a long time.

Teenager Walter, reading this some day, take note: at one point in your life, you thought your Mama was the funniest person in the world.

Well, maybe not as funny as Daddy: