Like any good red blooded human, baby giggles are my weakness. Children are so innocent, well except when they are knowingly being naughty.
This week I got my fair share of giggles, both of the toddler and baby variety. Let me set the stage for one of those experiences for y'all. HB, RC, and I were sitting in disaster zone 1- the bedroom. Every toy was out and amuck on the floor. The toy car bin was upside down on my left side and the plastic bug like creature for riding on-equipped with small trunk, is on my right. RC was sitting on my lap between my criss-cross applesauce style legs with my arms helping to keep him upright.
Now the scene. HB and I were loading cars, monster trucks, and one die cast school bus into the trunk of the bug. Counting as we went. We could fit 10 cars in the bug (HB counted to 10 by himself!)-not 11. HB then dramatically plopped down on the trunk, which is also the seat, of the bug. While plopping dramatically, HB giggled loudly and almost uncontrollably. I pretended to slightly jump, with my arms around RC and exclaimed mid-westernly, "ope!" RC was watching HB intently this entire time, with baby brother fascination. HB liked my reaction so he repeated his plop. I repeated my movements and ope- then to our amazement a four month old RC giggled! He laughed at HB and HB loved it! He was so excited that his baby brother thought he was funny that he proceeded to plop about 47 more times. Meaning I had to ope as well! Eventually RC lost interest in us but it was magical while it lasted.
That was absolute joy I was experiencing. HB was joyful, RC was laughing so we interpret baby giggles as joy until science tells us different, and we were filled with warm fuzzies the rest of the day.
It is giggles like that that remind me too of when I was younger and one of my hard-fought-for goals was to make my dad laugh. When you could get him laughing and almost slapping his knee it was awesome. I was always proud of myself for coming up with something so clever that my dad would think it was funny enough to react with more than a smile.
Sigh-I love laughing. It is the best. We are going to laugh everyday these boys and me. Hopefully not just at farts and such.
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