Elijah had a large chunk of nappy free time in his portacot today. (The rate he gets around the floor I was worried about carpet burn on his boy bits if I had him out on the floor.) I wasn't sure what was so funny, but for a good ten minutes, he was rolling and crawling around almost in hysterics, kicking his legs and waving his arms in the air like he just didn't care. Apparently nudity is hilarious when you're a baby.
It got me thinking how carefree a baby's life really is, as long as it has a full tummy and knows it is loved. As an adult, it's so hard to laugh for no reason. There are too many things to worry about. It makes me want to be a child again.