I have been asking this question on the art pieces that I am making for Crafty Bastards. When do we learn to laugh? I didn't think I would be getting the answer anytime soon or at all. But last night Anya kindly provided me with it.

It was about 11pm and we were all watching an ep of Lost on DVD. Sawyer said something quippy and I laughed really big. Anya was alseep on my chest as she often is. After I laughed, this amazing sound came out of the sleeping Anya. It was big and long and not a normal baby Anya sound. It was a laugh. I thought I was hearing things. But then, she did it again. This time, there was a smile and a laugh. All in her sleep. Jeff and I was totally floored and charmed and amazed. Of course, she was just mimicing me and didn't actually find humor in something, but still. Anya is learning to laugh. And I am teaching her. Whenever things get hard from now on, I will think of that.

I can't wait for the day that I hear both of my girls laughing at something. It is easy to forget in the trenches of twin motherhood what the whole point of this is. To grow people who can laugh.