Rusty laughs. A lot. He isn’t a big talker. Oh, he can say lots of things and he does, but he prefers to laugh. Or scream. He’s a good screamer. Or a bad screamer, depending on where we are or what we are doing … Outside playing – good screamer. Sitting in church – bad screamer!
Mostly he screams at Billy. They play together but they both want to play their own way. When Rusty disagrees with Billy (or if Billy looks at him wrong), Rusty screams. Sadly, this gets Billy into a lot of trouble. I try to be fair, but the gut instinct when Rusty lets this scream go is to scold whoever is closest.
But all those screams are worth it when he starts giggling. The giggles turn into can’t-catch-his-breath laughing and that can make anyone smile!
This is a horrible picture, but it shows his laughing face. It also shows his half nudity and the line-up of cars on the window sill that he insists NO ONE touch (or you’ll hear one of those screams).
My favorite Rusty laugh is when he gives me a hug and I tickle his ribs without breaking the hug. He squirms and giggles and asks for more. I love my third baby!