There are happy babies and then there’s my godson, Jonah, who gives a whole new meaning to the term. Everything seems to make him smile. Toys that rattle or play music; playing peek-a-boo; a kind face looking back at him. He was over last week, in crawling position on my couch, and with no stimulation whatsoever, started laughing…at himself? At me? I have no idea, but with not even 12 months behind him, he is already so full of personality.