For the last two weeks, Rachelle has been teasing me with the littlest hints of giggling. It's never a full-out laugh, just a little noise that makes me think she'll erupt in laughter any day now. I've been torturing the poor girl, trying desperately to hear those melodious first-baby-giggle notes. I've been trying to find ticklish spots. I've been acting goofy. I've invested hours, people!
But I should have known her first laugh wouldn't be for me. Of course, she was holding out for her big sister. The one she adores.
I'm sure she'll learn to say "sister" or some form of "Shaelyn" before she says "Mama" too.
I think I'm ok with that.
