Violet has informed me that I need to "write something funny" for the blog. She says that the past blogs have been far too sappy and sentimental for her taste...and thus the taste of HER readership. Heaven forbid!
And she, of course, thought of me when she thought of FUNNY. I take that as a compliment. My life is and will always be...funny. That is if I have anything to say about it.
My children look to television programming and movies to site the latest funny phrase or action. SNL, 30 Rock, The Office, and anything featuring Seth Rogen. I tend to look a little closer to home.
As the kids grew, my husband and I were constantly fascinated with every little thing that our children did. We would spend our date nights away from them sharing stories of the latest cute thing that our three year old said. Guffawing about how attending yet another dance recital was truly mandatory... though destined to be a miserable evening. Many times we paid a babysitter just to sit in a restaurant and exchange stories about the same children that we had just left in the capable hands of a 16 year old.
Silly things crack me up. Like the time Ace was about a year old and found the container of baby powder and proceeded to empty it all over the floor of his room. When I found him sitting in the center of his room, he was giggling in a cloud of dust and looked up proudly to me as if to say, "Look what I just did!" Without skipping a beat I grabbed my camera and snapped away. This picture is displayed on my nightstand in a silver frame as the important memory that it is.
Anabeth is constantly lightening the mood in our household simply by breaking into dance at a moment notice. Dance was important to me as a child and neither of my girls chose to follow that path. However, Anabeth will dance with me at a moment's notice and make me laugh at the things that her body can do and mine no longer can. I see myself in her youthfulness and freedom of spirit and giggle at the fact that this remarkable young woman is mine.
Although, Harrison would seem to be the serious child he can certain entertain us (his family) with quotes and impressions from his school lunch table. I don't know if his friends are actually that funny, but we seem to think so when he regales us with the tales of his friends' latest possum hunting trip or jet ski accident --seems you CAN drive them on land! His reactions to life are unique and I appreciate his take on things.
Hilarity always ensues when Violet and I are together. She is such a combination of her father and I that I am confident that our gene pools where perfectly divided between her. What makes me frustrated about Violet always helps me remember that she has the good qualities of her father and that there is a reason I married him 25 years ago. She loves her siblings and is continually asking for stories about their lives since their occasions together are rare. She seems to thrive on the funniness of our lives. And there is plenty of that. So we share.
Funny is all around us. Funny is in our homes. Funny is what you make it.
Laugh at me or with me... just keep laughing.
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