|"Za--a--a--ach Baxter!" [whinny whinny whinny]|
It is weird. Our other kids' repertoire of noises at 6 weeks old included "Donald Ducking" (James), bleating like Stevie Nicks in a South Park Episode (Will), and saying "Nah! Nah!" in ultra-feminine fashion when crying (Elise). But not sounding equine. I am starting to wonder if something is wrong with him. He coos, rolls over from front to back, cries, eats, poops, and pees just fine. He smiles (and my heart doth sing!). He is gaining weight well and growing tremendously. But seriously, most of his time is spent grunting and whinnying and trying to expel something'r'uther from his bottom. Should I look into whether the Guinness Book has a record for this sort of thing: most farts per kilogram of infant body weight in a 10-consecutive-minute period?
I do remember James farting a lot, too, and it was shocking and hilarious because it usually sounded so deep that it should have been coming from an adult's anus. Thus began one of the primal bonding activities between father and child(ren). Nowadays, farts are the comedic glue that holds our family together. But We The Parents have long since stopped laughing at Zach, because he does it so often! How can so much bad air come from such a tiny digestive tract?
One of my
Zach's farts sound like Marge Simpson's voice actress blowing bubbles through a straw into a jar of spaghetti sauce. Or Donald Duck playing the "cat bagpipes" while Huey, Dewey, and Louie wail in protest. Maybe I will switch him to some kind of formula, because apparently my breastmilk is filled with helium bubbles or whatever offensive liquid it is Marge Simpson is gargling with.