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Charlie Laughs

I was going through some old family videos- I found this one and had to share.

Charlie was probably somewhere between 4-6 months, which would make Max around 2 and a half. Oh my gosh, what I would give to go back to that moment. Charlie (now almost 4 and a half) is still our child with a hearty, contagious, belly laugh. Between "I love you Mama" and some occasional screaming, it's all I hear throughout my day. And that makes me one lucky mom.




Comments

Papa Randy said…
There is nothing so cute and tender than a baby laughing at a sibling. You just have to laugh several times with him. Precious and A-DOR-ABLE!!!
grandma jojo said…
one of my favs! thanks. love it. love them. love you.
brooke said…
That is precious. There is nothing better than baby laughter--I have always loved it--even before I had kids. Don't stay away too long on your blogvacation. We need you back in cyberland. It's lonely here!
Neva said…
That is the sweetest! I love Chars' sweet laugh he is and was so cute and Max was at the stage where Jack is now how similiar they are. I love those boys!!
So precious! I love babies:)
Neva said…
Thanks again for the sweet memories of those two, see like so long ago, they are growing so fast. I love them so much!
Granny
Stephanie said…
Oh stop the clock! So cute. I'm still lying on the ground trying to recover from Andie turning 5. Your boys are the cutest!
Stephanie said…
P.S. Deanna Bach party, my house... after a spiritual FHE of course.
heather said…
that made my night, and all my stress just melt away.

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