Class Clown

Back to news about the kid. (Considering that last entry, seems I could use a therapist not a blog!)

Quinn is doing amazingly well. Growing like seaweed, she will make your arms arthritic after a good twenty minutes of toting her around.

Chances are if she isn't eating or sleeping, she's giggling at herself or one of us. As if the class clown, she finds a way to crack herself up over anything, and has developed a laugh that is bubbly until it ends in a shriek. And I still catch her chuckling in her sleep.

When I've had to wake her from a deep snooze, for things like taking my parents to the airport, Quinn doesn't wake up sobbing. Instead, she smiles and snickers as if it's a funny secret that we're both up at an ungodly hour.

For well over a month, she's been playing a game of her own creation. Ok, so maybe a few of you have heard of peek-a-boo, but no one taught her; so she gets extra credit for tapping into the archetypal baby game and initiating it with me whenever she wakes up and I'm nearby.

Raising her head to get her bearings, she'll look at me and then guffaw just as she turns away and pretends to be sleeping again. A moment later, Quinn looks back at me and giggles just to turn away like she's hiding and can't be seen.

Reminds me of what a riot I thought hiding around the corner from my friends in elementary school was. In anticipation of popping out to scare them as they approached -- I'd laugh so hard at the mere thought and summarily pee my pants.

After a few incidents like this, my little joke looked like a bizarre private habit I had of going off to some corner to piss myself. Good memories.

So far, Quinn has more class than that. She also seems to know who is worthy of the more intelligent games as she plays peek-a-boo with me, she tries to converse with Grandma by mooing and sticking out her tongue at every chance she gets. To make myself feel better, I tell my Mom it's just her big teeth and silly Swiss accent that intrigues Quinn.

Of course, she's also gathered that Grandpa is too sophisticated for the elementary games she reserves for me. So she saves the most tricky of games for him. The one where he's wrapped around her little premie finger.

He's a sucker for her nutritive needs, so she works it so that he feeds her as much and as often as possible by being irresistibly cute. Even as she spews mashed bananas and rice cereal all over him and the room, he smiles and coos at her, and she grins knowing just how whipped he is.

So, all is well here as nothing is done without a good laugh.

Hope you are finding much merriment in your world too,
J & the Class Clown