I love Sunday mornings.

I know, I love a lot of things these days.  It’s a good thing.

But I love how we get up, bleary-eyed but happy to see our boy.  We sit downstairs in pajamas, coffee in hand with the sunlight streaming through the windows, not even bothering to turn on the lights.  There’s simply no need.  The house is warm & the world is still other than Harrison is toddling around in his jammies.  & after breakfast, we  head upstairs to the loft area to play.

Today, Nate & I sat & played “monkey in the middle” with Harrison, tossing a ball over his head while he giggled with glee.  The giggles were infectious, bubbling over until with every ball toss, Nate & I were sharing in the laughter.  Toss, toss, toss, toss…SMACK.

My breath caught.  In the WORST PARENT OF THE YEAR move, I accidentally chucked the ball right into Harrison.  I expected tears but instead came even harder belly laughs.  & you know how kids get all overwhelmed with how awesome laughter is & they just sort of…get discombobulated?  That was Harrison. He laughed until he was absolutely giddy, pulled up on all fours, & crawled like a madman, panting & laughing with his head down…right into the media cabinet.  Head first.  Like a bull in a china cabinet.

I really wanted to feel bad.  I really, really did.  That’s what a good mother would do.  But y’all…he just PLOWED into it.  & I kept laughing.  Harrison sat with uncertainty, wavering that fine line between tears & laughter, until he finally gave in to laughing.

He laughed, all the way down to his toes.

I laughed until my sides hurt.

& when Harrison stood up, his diaper had come undone on one side.  He considered it for a minute, considered his near-hysterical parents, then reached down & in one massive Superman-esque move, ripped the entire diaper off.

Seriously?  It was too much.  I know it’s lame.  I know it’s that thing that only parents find hilarious & when they put it on their Facebook status, everyone else is like SHUT UP ALREADY, LAME PARENT.  But y’all?  It was the end of us.  Nate & I laid down on the floor, tears squeezing out of our eyes, howling with laughter while Harrison stood, proudly naked from the waist down & holding his Rumparooz victoriously in the air.

The kid, I fear, has a sense of comedic timing that will put us over the edge for years to come.

o