Nothing beats a loud belly laugh

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All of a sudden, the noise level in our house has increased to a level it has never reached before.

My two-year-old daughter Caitlin is responsible for a lot of this noise. She can already talk for England and has yet to master the art of appropriate volume.

But Caitlin now has competition in the form of her eight-month-old sister, Alyssa, who has really found her voice.

The fun bit is trying to decode what each of her sounds mean. I’ve worked out that the drawn out grunt usually means that daddy will be changing a nappy very soon, the high pitched squeal tells me she’s enjoying the game of peek-a-boo and the long babble means she has something very important to say, but can’t quite say it.

There’s one sound she makes that I could listen to all day long.

It’s a sound that can change my mood from sad to happy in an instant and, best of all, I’m the one that causes the sound to come from her mouth.

I just blow a big raspberry on her tiny belly button and the biggest, loudest, belly laugh fills the room.

Best noise ever.