We've reached a Big Milestone
Bianca is getting better but still on the mend. It has been 90 degrees or more for the past 12 out of 13 days. Isaac, I believe, is going through another growth spurt and has not slept great. Not slept well for him, mind you, not for the average kid; he still gave us a 3.5-3.5-3.5-X, where X is at least 3 hours, as I am writing this while he is sleeping.
The little booger has started to smile at slightly context appropriate times. He has also started to laugh, though at completely in appropriate times (including once on the changing table when I looked down and said, "You are not going to poop on Daddy, right?"). He also tried twice to expose Bianca while breastfeeding in public, pulling back her nursing cape or whatever that thing is called.
But the thing that is truly post-worthy was this.
Last night at his 6 o'clock feeding I was talking to Bianca when all of sudden I heard a real fart noise. Not one of those dusty, cute baby farts, but a real juicy one with some amplitude to the sound. Knowing that Bianca is a lady and never really lets them loose (ah, the joy she misses), I paused. In the meantime Bianca shoots me a scornful look. Then he does it again, a true, adult sounding toot.
This is a milestone they don't tell you about in all those fancy baby books--the stage when you can legitimately blame your flatulence on your kid. We have reached that stage. Congratulations Isaac Anthony! I will now be given you knowing, smiling looks in elevators when I rip one. And the strangers will just chuckle thinking, "Oh that little baby."
Benefit #10,104 of having a kid: fart scapegoat.
The little booger has started to smile at slightly context appropriate times. He has also started to laugh, though at completely in appropriate times (including once on the changing table when I looked down and said, "You are not going to poop on Daddy, right?"). He also tried twice to expose Bianca while breastfeeding in public, pulling back her nursing cape or whatever that thing is called.
But the thing that is truly post-worthy was this.
Last night at his 6 o'clock feeding I was talking to Bianca when all of sudden I heard a real fart noise. Not one of those dusty, cute baby farts, but a real juicy one with some amplitude to the sound. Knowing that Bianca is a lady and never really lets them loose (ah, the joy she misses), I paused. In the meantime Bianca shoots me a scornful look. Then he does it again, a true, adult sounding toot.
This is a milestone they don't tell you about in all those fancy baby books--the stage when you can legitimately blame your flatulence on your kid. We have reached that stage. Congratulations Isaac Anthony! I will now be given you knowing, smiling looks in elevators when I rip one. And the strangers will just chuckle thinking, "Oh that little baby."
Benefit #10,104 of having a kid: fart scapegoat.