(This was from a month ago, when Nate had been gone for several weeks.)
Last night I was the comedian. I totally brought the house down. Mine was a slapstick act involving a mischievous green spiky ball and my efforts to restrain it. The girls sat on either end of the table, Eden ensconced in her seat of choice, the Bumbo, and Lucy strapped into the booster seat with a tray. It was basically a juggling act, but I kept dropping the ball and chasing it, or throwing it over my head, or tumbling with it on the floor, complete with silly faces and sound effects. The girls were totally overcome with hilarity.
I never thought of myself as a funny person. I never thought of myself as particularly outgoing, and definitely not the type to be crazy and wild. Spontaneity and silliness were not my trademarks; dignity and reserve were much more my style. I was much more comfortable with understated than over-the-top.
Being a mom brings out every side of me - the good, the wonderful, the bad, the awful, and the downright, flat-out silly. And I love it. There is nothing more delightful than pure laughter rippling freely from my sweet little daughters' lips. I don't care how silly, undignified, or crazy I have to be - its worth it. :)
It is good to get 'out of our box" and kids give us the motivation and permission to do this! Fun to read about your antics and their reactions! I can hear their laughter from here! :)
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