Am I really not that funny?

When we were away on what shall forever be known as the "Rainy holiday" yep 10 whole days of it, however there was one rather lovely diversion from what was falling from the skies which was Ivy's decision to start to laugh.

Laugh number one was actually elicited by my Mum otherwise known as Super Nanna - she tickled Ivy's ribs and out came these little chuckles and squeaks. Then while we were away Ed was covering her with kisses and suddenly the loveliest sound I've ever heard bubbled up from deep in her belly and burst like bubbles into the daylight. It was SO lovely it reduced me to tears which quickly turned to embarassment as the lady we rented the cottage from had just turned up at the door and thought I was a bit of a freak.

Keen to re-enact the giggles I tried my own hand at getting the little Ivy bird to laugh - I rasberried her, tickled her ribs, pulled silly faces, made sillier noises while my darling daughter just stared at me like a stone monster...undeterred I went on until I was so exhausted I was ready for a lie down..still nothing.

Here we are 2 weeks later and still nothing for me. I've decided that it's perhaps because Ivy was once part of my body that I can't tickle her (much in the way you can't tickle yourself) . When I suggested this to Ed he just looked at me and said - 'no, you're just not funny.' My take on that is that as a new baby Ivy has a rather undeveloped sense of humour and so therefore finds Holmes crude jokes funny...at the moment. One day my time will come..........I'm sure of it.