Paul’s new thing is that he seems like he’s actually figured out that he’s funny and sometimes consciously tries to make us laugh. This would be adorable if his sense of humor weren’t just a bit different from ours.
For instance, Paul thinks it’s super funny to grab my hair with both of his hands, spread it across my face, then wait for me to say, “where’s mommy?” so that he can fling it back apart and giggle hysterically when I say, “peek-a-boo!” This is a step up from when he liked to slap me, when he was in the carrier and my hands were full of diaper/shopping bag so that I couldn’t stop him, but sometimes my hair is up so he grabs the baby hairs from my neck that grew in to replace the ones that fell out after he was born, and it hurts.
The other things he thinks are funny are food throwing (classic), bathwater flinging (and drinking – ick) and pulling his socks off. My favorite is when he sees us laughing and it makes him throw his head back and laugh in an exaggerated way. I know we shouldn’t encourage him, but you try keeping a straight face.
Here’s a bit of video from a few months back, when Sam and I used to be the comedians, and Paul was the audience: