All babies seem to have a ticklish spot somewhere. I think being ticklish (or not) is something you grow into. I know when Hayley was a baby, you could get an occasional snicker, but now just the mere threat of being tickled, finger wiggling a few inches away will have her laughing and shrieking hysterically.

The other day I finally found the one spot on Breanna’s body that tickles her and which will bring about giggles and belly laughs 95% of the time. Right under the floating ribs on her left side is the target. Tickling her with a finger sometimes works but kissing her loudly on that precise area is what works best.

All I have to do is kiss her two or three times and she’s laughing. If I stop and look her in the eye, she’ll start saying, “Ahh, ehhhhhhhh” with a big smile while wiggling around in the hopes that I’ll do it again.

I’m pretty ticklish myself and don’t particularly enjoy it, so I have to have my fun now while I have two girls who are still young enough to think being tickled is hilarious. On a dreary overcast and damp day like today, peals of shrieking laughter are just what I need to hear.