So, last night I was feeding Julia. Ok, actually, it was this morning. Early. Anyway, we think she's been developing GER (gastro-esomthingorother-reflux) so I was holding her at an incline and trying to get her to fall into the deep sleep where it is possible to trick her into thinking that I'm still holding her where in reality I am really putting her in her little co-sleeper and just leaving my hand on her tummy. I was reading as I was doing this because I needed to do something to keep myself awake. Anyway, I was reading this really funny section in Laurie Notaro's book "I Love Everyone and Other Atrocious Lies" and giggling to myself when I noticed the baby making a strange sound. I looked down and saw this huge grin on her REM-sleeping face and realized that she was giggling, too. She stopped giggling and smiling and then did it all over again. Then she Linda Blair'd all over me. So, I know what you all are thinking... "That wasn't a grin, that was gas!" Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. But how do you explain the giggling? Don't tell me it was the demon that had temporarily inhabited her body to force it to purge, exorcist style, all over my pajamas, cause we all know that demons don't giggle. They're more of a maniac cackle kind of being, don't you think?