when he plays with his daddy. wild! crazed! at night he runs around the living room with his head covered in a blanket, running into things (and saying "Uy!" when he inevitably falls over). he squeals and flaps his arms like a bird and does everything he can think of to make us laugh -- and generally he is quite successful and elicits not a polite "tee hee" but a real "what on earth is he doing?" laugh. his eyes water, his cheeks get red, his somber little face breaks into an enormous grin nearly too big for him to contain. he's like this right up until bedtime, and then matt lays him in his cunita and plays him a song on the guitar, and just like that he's out. (or sometimes if he's too awake, he lays there singing to himself after matt leaves -- often "happy, happy, i'm happy" or "vaca, vaca.") we have it too good i think. i really do.