Laughter

Just a quick note before I get into the good stuff. I will be referring to my son (the cutie with the rad shades) as Little Dude throughout this blog. I am the mommy and my hubby is the daddy. For our own personal safety reasons, we are choosing to not put our names out there. Now, on with the show!

I think I had forgotten what it felt like to sleep more than 3-4 hours at a time. Last night, Little Dude slept from 9pm until 6:45am. Then he ate & went down until 9:30am. This makes for a very happy & well rested mommy! Good thing because we have a busy weekend ahead.

In life, I've learned it is very important to laugh at things. A random topic came up last night relating to the movie Casper. The daddy commented that I had a strange resemblance to Christina Ricci. He said among other things, we had the same nose. I then explained that my nose is like a bunny slope. A nice, soft slope with the tiniest lift at the end. Without hesitation, the daddy responds "So what does that make mine? The matterhorn??". Oh dear Lord, three things I pray: that my son will grow into a sweet boy, that he will be showered with love daily and if he gets his daddy's nose that he will be as light hearted about it as his daddy is. Amen.

I've recently come to the realization that poop is a funny thing. I know, I know. People hate it when you talk about poop. I promise to spare you the gross details. Little Dude has been making a mess with it lately and he thinks it is hysterical (typical male, right?). When I go to change his clothes, he cracks up. He lays on the changing table and giggles nearly the entire time. Why do I have a bad feeling about this for the future? And who knew that poop was so funny?

When all else fails, it is nice to be able to laugh at yourself no matter the situation (yes, even when you're up to your elbows with poo). After all, isn't it widely known that laughter is the best medicine?