Today we shared our first laugh
Let me set the stage: He was nursing and looking up at me. His leg high in the air, held up by his little hand -- basically my yoga baby was doing triangle pose on his side.
Then it happened. Wyatt tooted. It was a rumble-y little "machine gun" fart. Actually it was a fairly big sound coming from such a little person. It surprised him. And me. And at the same moment we both started laughing -- a spontaneous outburst of laughter, together.
It was sweet and new and a real connection between us. I think both of us realized it in the moment. And we both liked it.
Then he tooted again, which turned out to be even funnier somehow.
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There you have it. My craziest post yet. Who would have thought I'd be posting about my baby's toots?
Oh well, maybe my post just proves sleep deprivation is a form of torture that can make you divulge nearly anything. Here I am, a new parent who has been getting inadequate sleep for six months now, and I'm blogging about my child's bodily functions. What will I say next?
Don't worry. I won't tell you about the diapers.