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I’m a pretty serious gal.  I am bookish and introverted, and sometimes socially awkward.  I’m not a quick wit kind of person, which is why I love to write because with time to reflect and think, I can communicate my more authentic self.  But sometimes life provides what you lack in big old doses.  Motherhood has brought out the funny in my life.  Every day, my daughter V does something that I find hilarious.  Today she asked to eat a pig for lunch.  I did not teach her where pork comes from, so my best guess is that she knows we eat chicken and generalized from there.  Yesterday, while sitting on the potty, she kneaded her stomach to try to get more pee out and looked up at me with this giant grin, like “I’m doing it, Mom!”  I’m sure as a teenager, she’ll love that I wrote about that moment in her life.  My kid is genuinely funny, and I’m loving it!

But there have been times when my first impulse as a parent was not to laugh, times when the day promised to get the best of me, if I let it.  One of the worst of these cases involved, you guessed it, doody.  My daughter was in early infancy, and in one of my parenting books, I had read about the benefits of skin to skin contact with young babies. The author had described a warm and comfortable bath with your infant as a nice way to enjoy a relaxing bonding moment.  As a new mom who counted herself lucky to bathe every second day, I thought this was a great idea.  What a wonderful way to multi-task and have a little snuggle in gentle, soothing water.

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