Dr. Laura is my current heroin right now. She reinforces everything I just finished reading in my Christmas present from Ben called "What's the Matter with California?" The short answer: divorce, and the consequential fatherlessness of children, and the cult of environmentalism. That was such a remarkable and hilarious book-thanks Ben. Now I am reading Dr. Laura; one of her marital tips was to check on your sleeping children with your spouse. Adam and I typically do that every night before we go to bed just as a matter of course. She suggested that doing so is one of the greatest, easiest and most subtle ways of strengthening your marriage; to look at your sleeping baby together and marvel at that beautiful little creature you created is such a tender moment...usually.
This isn't a picture of the following story...but I think it is cute anyway.
So, last night we sneak all quiet like into Eli's room. As is to be expected, all three pacifiers are thrown to the floor, he is at the complete opposite end of the bed from where I had laid him, and all of the blankets are balled up underneath him. He is laying on his stomach on top of them with his butt in the air and face planted on the mattress. Comfy. So we tiptoe in and smile at what a weirdo he is when he lets out a huge fart.
I'm not talking like little pip squeak. It was a full on man fart. And it stunk. I dropped to my knees laughing and Adam just stood there uttering, "Good job son. I am so proud." Naturally, we woke him up. I was still on the floor laughing when he poked his tired eyes up over the crib rail smiling. It was awesome. He is definitely his father's son.
PS I have like 15 tags that have piled up. I am no good at responding to tags, so sorry. I might do it here in the next few days if I run out of my own things to say...I am sorry to those of you whom I have failed.