Spoiler alert: this post is about pure happiness. It’s a bit of a bragging post, really.

The thing is, I have the happiest baby I have ever met.

I’m not sure what I did to deserve this. Over the past week, I have seen more smiles and heard more giggles out of my kid than I would have ever dreamed we’d get. As soon as he wakes up in the morning, we go to his crib and say, “Good morning, Solly. Did you sleep well?” Big smiles. A kiss on the cheek? Big smile. A taste of the toes? Big smile. Sometimes all it takes to get a grin is getting in his line of sight.

And then there are the giggles. Oh the giggles. They are addictive. All it takes is some tickles on the tummy or multiple smooches on the cheeks, and Solly explodes into laughter. The best way to get a giggle? Naked time. Boy, does Solly like to strip down to a diaper. It is the best. thing. ever.

Miss Laura pointed out his high level of happiness to me in our PT session today. She said, “See? Any time you start to feel down about anything, just look at how happy he is.” And you know what? She was right. I had the best day today just reveling in Solly’s happiness. (It didn’t hurt that he made some big strides in therapy, too. More on that in another post!)