I’ve been getting home later than I’d like the last few days — which has meant that J cooks dinner while A eats. So by the time we sit down to eat, he’s done. The last 2 nights, so that J could actually enjoy dinner, I’ve taken the restless one into his room to work off some of his energy before his bath and bed. Since he’s close to sleep he’s often delirious with laughter. Last night he walked back and forth across his room giggling any time I said “gonna getcha”. He clutched his little mini beach ball and would fake giving it to me only to pull it back and giggle. That sound and his unbridled joy is such a wonderful thing.