It's Funny that Everything Stinks

From the first week of Mae's life I've been consistently asked two questions: "Is she always this happy?" and "Is she always this expressive?" No, and yes. 
To be fair, she is a darn happy kid. But always is a word I like to avoid. And since I just have this one little booger, I really don't know if she is exceptionally happy. My response is, "Well, she has her moments..."
     
Expressive, however, yes yes and yes. Mae communicates through her face more than any person I have ever met. I remember someone telling me that newborns mimic their parents' faces. This makes me think that although my own face seems to be fairly normal in still photos, in real life I am hamming it up like an episode of I Love Lucy. 

I think my kid is prime for a life a theatrics. If she keeps up this personality, she is not only going to have a golden life of happiness and confidence, but she will be an amazing actor and/or comedian. 

I love her a lot. I enjoy being around here. My bad mom confession: I hope she doesn't get annoying. With all of her ability to be funny and charming, I also see the potential to bug the crap out of every adult in the room by the time she is a 4-year-old. Well, besides me. I love a good fart joke, even when the punchline is a fart. 

And that might be the problem. Our on going joke right now is, "Everything Stinks." It started with feet, moved along to diapers, and now is anything she puts under my nose. And I laugh every time. I'm encouraging this zanny, kooky behavior that might lead her to either a life of stardom or eye rolls and exasperated sighs. 

I hope it turns out to be positive. Even if I knew it would eventually turn her into a dork, I don't think I could stop it. As a bad mom, I am a bit selfish you know. I enjoy her crazy expressions and egg her on to give me more. Feed me your stink jokes, blow farts on my belly, and pretend to sing in high-pitched repetitive whines. I live for it. It turns my ho-hum day into The Laugh Factory. Me and my slapstick kid, we're going places. Even if it is just the two of us when we get there.