Things That Make The Boy Laugh

You know, I used to bitch about it when someone's online journal that I'd previously enjoyed reading became entirely devoted to their new Little Gift from God. People who had once written about snorting coke off a stripper's stomach and robbing pharmacies would suddenly record every coo and gurgle and become bit players in their own story.

Let me assure you, though, that I rarely do anything interesting anymore. I drive a Volvo, I have a kid, I live in the suburbs. What do you expect from me? The boy, though, is always doing something that's at least semi-entertaining. Like it or not, he's the best content I've got these days.

Therefore, I present things that have made the boy laugh recently:

• Getting bounced around on the bed. I put him on the bed. Sonya falls over on the bed. The boy bounces around and laughs like crazy.
  
  

  "It's like shaking without all the brain damage!" I said.
  
  

• He and I were sitting in the bedroom floor the other night. Roxy came to me with a toy. I took the toy away from her and threw it down the hall. She ran to get it then ran back at top speed, heading straight for John and only veering away at the last minute. Sonya heard him laughing on the other end of the house.
  
  

  Anything the dog does is funny, really. John can watch her bark and chase her tail for twenty minutes or so, grinning and chuckling to himself the whole time.
  
  

• John and I went to walk the dog yesterday. Roxy was on a leash, John was in the BabyBjorn. Over by the dog park I found a tennis ball. I started kicking it along. Every time I'd give it a good kick and send it flying down the street John would laugh. I got back to the apartment and starting kicking it against the wall. He laughed harder.
  
  

  What was so funny about that? I don't know.