A Night at the Miazga House

After I made a fantastic gourmet dinner of Stove Top Stuffing and Pork tenderloin (heheh) I gave Chris a choice. He could either clean up the kitchen or hold the fussy baby. Chris chose to hold Harper. She was so fussy tonight and her tummy was the cause of all this frustration. While I cleaned I listened to her cry while Chris did everything he could to comfort her. I so wanted to jump in but he made a choice and I needed to let him work through it with her. He keeps making comments to me about how gassy Harper is and all the farting she is doing. Our sweet baby can fart like an old man. So bad that I often ask Chris if it was him or the baby that just made all that noise. Chris told me that he thought Harper was working on a little gift for me and he will let me know when it is ready. The rest of the conversation went like this.

C - "Wow I think Harper finally pooped because she just fell asleep"

Me - "Did you feel the eruption and vibration?"

C - "No but she seems much happier now so she must have done it"

Me - "Did she let out a big breath, then smile at you with a look a relief"

C - "No she just fell asleep"

Me - "Are you about to gag from the foul smell that is coming from our sweet babies butt?"

C "Nope"

Me - "Then she is just taking a break. I promise... you will know when the big event happens"

Yep.... I'm raising such a sweet little lady. I think it's time for me to go back to work. I clearly need some adult interaction.