For some reason, Michael can make the baby laugh more than I can. I try and try. I mimic Michael. I come up with my own routines. I goose him, I zerbert him, I peekaboo him, I boo him, I tickle him ... and it works a little, but not like it works with Daddy. I guess I can handle this. I mean, we all know who the baby loves most, right? I say that facetiously because I need to comfort myself somehow.
Maybe it's not the worst thing in the world if my baby has my husband's sense of humor, but seriously, if this baby comes out speaking some fruity, fake French accent, there's going to be a problem.
His latest amusement is nose-biting or nose-sucking, depending on mood. Picture attached.
