Logan has not giggled yet, but not for lack of trying.

I’ve got him to laugh, to smile, to imitate some of the sounds I make, even some little high pitched almost screams of joy, but no giggles.

We lay on the floor and talk a lot and he seems to enjoy it just fine, but to really get him going, I do that Dad thing where I raise and lower him above my head, laughing manically, and giving him loud raspberry kisses on the cheek when I bring him down to my face, like so:

Ignore the beanie, his mother dressed him.

We are THIS CLOSE to giggles. Right now my mission in life is not to raise a polite boy who becomes a good man. Fuck that noise, that’s for amateurs. Right now my mission is to hear our boy giggle. We’ll keep trying.

More to come…