Suburbanmummyuk's Blog

Sorry I have resorted to potty talk again. I did let one post go without mentioning kids or poop. Pretty good record for me.

Jeremiah is a windy baby, by gum. Eliza rarely farted as a baby and if she did she made sure she did it quietly being the lady that she is. Jeremiah on the other hand, I think if he had the motor skills he’d be lifting a butt cheek to let it rip, and if he had verbal skills he’d then be asking if we thought it was funny or some other dumb comment that men often churn out after expressing themselves in such manner.

Instead he draws his legs up around his chunky tummy and cries and grunts and heaves and rolls side to side and then you hear this gigantic noise that makes you stop what ever you are doing and think “Is there a man in the house” but no it’s a 4.5 month old baby boy following this expulsion he is smiling like it’s a smile contest and is happy for about 5 minutes until his tummy starts hurting again. Of course I have no backbone and resort to holding him A LOT which is hard my back hurts but my heart hurts more when I know holding him makes him happy.

I massage him, I burp him I do it all. my eyes are bleeding from the amount of reading on “wind” I have called DR’s out. I have been to the hospital with him. I have it covered. So I am hoping it’s not long until he can lift his own butt cheek because I am not sure how much longer I can lug around his gorgeous chubby-ness.

He thinks I am hilarious you can tell to get this shot I made a farting noise. I am all class.