A little late posting this one, but happy weekend, folks!
If you haven’t heard, I’ve been a little busy lately with a newborn. She’s a bundle of joy, for sure, but as with all newborns, there are trying times. So it’s good to keep a sense of humor. For instance, I never knew that newborns made, um, grown-up sized farts until I was sitting watching TV with my husband, when I heard a low rumble from that side of the room.
“Was that you?” I asked, concerned.
“No,” he said. “I thought that was you.”
We both turned toward the baby, at which point she let another one loose. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, but the moment reminded me of the Monty Python rabbit scene. You know the one–an innocent-looking white rabbit suddenly attacks the knights, drawing blood. It was the same thing with a little baby passing such big gas–compounded by the look of total contentment taking over her face. I laughed and laughed until tears ran down my cheeks.
It made the sleepless night that followed all the more bearable.
It’s important to keep a sense of humor, which is why I especially appreciated a gift we received for our newborn. It arrived in the mail, and we removed it from its packaging to reveal the box:
I turned it over:
“This can’t be real,” I said aloud. My husband, too, grew concerned. We read the testimonies and the details, balancing skepticism with the concern that the gift giver may have actually thought this was a good idea:
The real gift was a very cute baby outfit and book. But the real gift was the moments of laughter that followed, breaking up the anxiety of having a new baby at home. It was an important reminder the humor is a helpful part of life, and no matter how serious things are, there’s always room for some levity.
Especially from that one relative.