Someone please explain to me…
…why I think it’s CUTE when April farts? Like, how disgusting must I be to think it’s actually CUTE?
This morning’s scenario: Sitting on the couch, baby on boob. She pops off for a second to cough after gulping like a little piggy, and lets a HUGE one rip at the same time.
Then she sighs, does a happy little snort, and attacks the boob again to finish her breakfast. Her beautiful greenish-colored eyes looking up at me angelically. Who, me?
And I find this cute.
Shall we blame the Prozac?
Tags: Kids
February 13th, 2009 at 9:13 pm
Nope! Prozac is not to blame…I’m not on it (although, arguably, I know I SHOULD be) and, well, Leila’s farts are cute too!!! In fact, I find myself grinning as I write this. Jeez. Motherhood has taken its toll on us, eh?
~spunkymama007 on IV