A few weeks ago, we'd get these little watery blurbles. Lately, though, as he's gotten stronger, so have his farts. I mean, shoot him clear across the crib farts. What cracks me up the most, though, is when he's laying down playing, he'll pull his knees up and let one rip. He doesn't seemed fazed by it either - he just keeps talking to his monkeys while playing tuba out his butt.
Seriously. I think this is the funniest thing ever.
When I was in high school, my friend and I would have belching contests. We would down glasses of soda and see who could let out the best burp. We had a whole ranking system - duration, melody, tone, volume. I outgrew it - until I had Sammy. Now, I commend him for his excellent burps post-bottle, and actually, on occasion, even show him how's it done. (His daddy is one impressed papa and husband, let me tell you.)
I'm not sure what kind of gasmonster I'm creating with all this happy burp-fart praise, but man - I can see it now, he and his best five-year-old friend sitting in his room, rating the melody of their farts.
It's enough to make any mama proud. *sniffle*
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