I am a baby wh*re

I realise I will do anything to make Owen laugh. No matter where I am, who is around or what it takes: my baby will giggle.

I have stuck my face in my baby's lap while pushing a grocery cart and then yelling "PeePeePooPoo".

I have hidden behind cereal boxes for peekaboo.

I have walked around with my hair a complete mess so that I can dangle it in his face and he can brush his fingers through it.

I make a great monkey face. I have improved my raspberries. My zerberts are top notch.

I have announced loudly that "Paula Abdul went PeePeePooPoo in the Public Pool" (love that alliteration).

I have a university education.

But this kid has reduced my vocabulary drastically. And I love it! I love to hear him laugh and its even better if I make him laugh.

That baby rocks!