But, Dad Said...

Ok, I have a confession to make. I’m a little jealous of the breezy, gigglly banter shared by Mommy and Baby. My wife is awesome, but comedy is not quite her forte. That’s not to say she’s not funny, she can bust me up on the regular. She is, however, that person that will try to tell a joke and just before the punchline say, “No wait,” and then laugh to her self and start over. That in its self always makes me laugh. But for some reason she knows just how to make the baby laugh, while I may as well be Fozzy Bear.

We have a sort of unspoken agreement that I will get up in the night and Mommy will wake up with the baby in the morning. She feeds, plays with and bathes her, then puts her down for a short morning nap. I take over after the nap while Mommy showers.

This morning, Baby woke up from her nap so I went and got her, as Mommy was in the shower. Baby is always in good spirits when she wakes up and smiles so big for Daddy. I tried a few things to try and get a laugh or two out of her… No luck. So, I pick her up, change her and head for the living room. Mommy is in the bathroom doing her hair and make-up. Just as we pass the open door, Baby catches a glimpse of Mommy and immediately starts to crack up!

Damn kid, throw me a bone over here.