Laughing with Bradley

Bradley loves it when hair touches his face, hands or neck.

We had a harrowing experience last night. As we were putting Bradley in the car, a freight train passed by within twenty feet and blew its horn. The poor boy was crying and inconsolable the whole way home. The only thing we could do to get him to stop is stick him in front of a mirror and make funny faces, which led to the half-laughing, half-crying baby and eventually, the fully laughing baby. When that mirror trick wears off, we're going to have to think of some new silliness.