When He Was Small

Trenton has always had a special place in my heart. He’s my only son, and his big, big brown eyes melt me. They always have.
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When we first moved into the house we’re in now, Trenton was only 2. One day, I heard a knock on the door. I went to answer it, only to find no one there. A few minutes later, I heard another knock. I went again to the door… nothing. I turned around and saw Trenton, toy hammer in hand, giggling. He was knocking on our barn wood moulding and laughing at his mom running back and forth, back and forth.
I couldn’t believe it.
He knew EXACTLY what he was doing.

His little giggle is extremely contagious -these days it’s almost exclusively reserved for potty words. Anytime I say, “but…” and pause for effect, he chuckles slow and low and it gradually builds, catches on, and then we all start laughing.
What am I going to do with this BOY?!

Today I uploaded a video I’ve treasured for years because it captures one of his classic laughs -The Evil Laugh.

Earlier in the day, I’d left him with a sitter at a basketball game for a few minutes. She let him sip on her Diet Coke -he’d never had caffeinated soda before. That night, he ran circles in the living room and then sat at the table to… cut paper, apparently.

This crazy boy. I hope you enjoy his laugh as much as we do.

Comments

  1. Love. It.

    • It’s one of those videos we end up quoting as a family in random places… hopefully now more of our friends will understand why we say “STUPID!” and laugh maniacally

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