Sunday, March 18, 2007

Babies are funny (thank goodness)

A couple of months ago I started to worry that I don't laugh very much. There are people with loud, springy, ready laughs who laugh real laughs at everything. That isn't me. Often when I think something is funny, I have nothing more than a smile for it or a small ha ha. But even those seemed few and far between, and where was my deep, whole body-shaking, tears-in-my
-eyes laugh? Was it gone?? Just as I was about to despair in my in my lack of humor and ease, and in the fact that I was only half-engaged with life, I started to notice them. Who knew that laughs could be so easy to miss. They sidle in here and there, are quick and quiet or sandwiched in the ridiculous or mundane (thank goodness for that). There is lots of both the ridiculous and mundane these days, which makes me so glad for my found laugh. Silas brings this out a lot (and so do Ben and Amy).


Silas holds up the phone now, or the remote control or a cracker...

One day when my mom was here, Silas was crabby and whiny, so at a loss for what to do, we put him in a giant bag and carried him around between us. He couldn't have been happier.



Amy took this one.

3 comments:

Beret said...

good writer? did spmeone say something about a good writer in the family? Look no farther than the end of your pen tip. You, my dear, are a good writer. I could read your blog all day...real, funny, provocative, and, as your poetry, full of ripe images and feeling...xxxooo m*

mari said...

silas.in.the.shopping.bag.is.the.cutest.thing.ever.

Ben said...

Silas is funny. Don't know how you and Amy caught those frantic expression pictures.