I keep a slight crack in my bathroom door, thats in our bedroom so I can tend to Timber through the night without having to much light. Well, I think we have a routine beginning to start, one that his dad is most proud of. No, he still wakes up at random times through the night to eat, but this is how it goes: As a mom I sleep very light, so every move or grunt I am straight awake. Timber starts to stir, I immediately get up to fix a bottle before he starts fussing. I take him out of his bed, lay him down on mine to change his diaper. As I am unbuttoning his sleeper, his little arms go up in the air for a big stretch. I get one leg out, then the other, he is still stretching, he even throws in a gummy bear yawn. Both legs out, pulling the tabs on the diaper-BAM, he lets a giant fart. He scares his self half to death, those little arms are now pulled down, hands no longer clinched but fingers wide open, this fart was so loud it can raise the dead (daddy) Bryan looks at me, smirks, Thats my boy I look back down at Timber and he is smirking too, just like his daddy. Now those sweet little Chubby hands are intertwined together over his small chest, ankles crossed, and its like he is letting me know what Im going to have to look forward too at every-single-diaper-change. #Truefartstory#Lovemysweetboy
Posted on: Wed, 07 Jan 2015 15:02:38 +0000