How to get uncontrollable baby giggles

I started getting baby giggles when I attempted “singing” patty-cake. She still laughs at patty-cake, but we put a little twist in it now. More on that later.

Other things that make Sophia laugh:

• Holding her upside down
• Rubbing her feet together
• Turning my head away then bugging my eyes out (opening my eyes up as much as possible) while moving my face quickly towards hers. It’s creepy looking to most people, but she’s my daughter. She thinks it’s hilarious.
• Poking her in the belly
• Blowing a burst of air in her face - just enough to make her hair stand up even more
• Rubbing a washcloth on the bottom of her foot

Our neighbor taught us a slightly twisted version of patty-cake that Kurt and I took to immediately. We’ve had to modify it further since our child doesn’t like to cooperate when it comes to letting us move her arms for her, so we do patty-cake with her feet. Our neighbor takes care of a set of twins that are about two years old. Their mother was going through a divorce while she was pregnant and she has three other children, so our neighbors took in the twins as their “grandkids” to help out. Their version of patty-cake goes like this:

Patty-cake, Patty-cake baker’s man,
Bake me a cake as fast as you can; *Hit your self in the head (smack child in the head with her own hand or in our case foot)*
roll it, pat it *Hit yourself some more* mark it with a B,
Put it in the oven for baby and me.

Sophia finds this absolutely hysterical and giggles every time. We really need to buy a video camera and record this - mostly as evidence that she really does like it so you don’t call CPS on us.

I’ve been meaning to write this post about what makes Sophia giggle for quite some time, but due to unforeseen events I’ve put it off. I’m glad I did too, because I wouldn’t have had the chance to blog about what Kurt did today to make the doodlebug giggle. Since Kurt came home from the hospital (February 7th) I’ve had to do all the driving because of the prescription painkillers he’s on which means that Kurt now sits in the back seat with the baby (because of the car seat we have the front passenger seat is pretty much unusable while baby is rear-facing). Today I left the two of them in the car alone (I know I’m so irresponsible) while I went into the post office to check the mail. Upon my return I see a very animated Kurtie speaking into the car seat (Sophia is still a little too short to see). I open my door and hear him speaking to her in gibberish with the accent of the Swedish Chef. “Yorn desh born, der ritt de gitt der gue, Orn desh, dee born desh, de umn børk! børk! børk!” At the “Børk! børk! børk!” it’s like he pushed the giggle button. Then witty Kurt said, “And if we ate at Kentucky Fried Chicken it would be, Spork spork spork!” Again, mass giggles from doodlebug. Kurt continued with, “And daddy is a Dork dork dork!” Sophia and I agreed. She giggled even more. The freaky thing is, Kurt is like this even without the drugs.