Baby

OK. So we've switched formulas again, this time to a soy-based product. Started last night and I believe there has been an improvement. I say that, because all of us slept more last night. Not all the way through mind you, but a good bit more than we have been. Today, he has been gassy, but not to the extent he had been. I think. It may be wishful thinking on my part, but I do believe it is better.

Having related the state of gaseous anomalies within my poor baby's body, let me just tell you another thing or two. This baby's insides produce some of the smelliest, stinkiest aromas currently on the planet. I'm not kidding: it makes my nostrils burn and I cry, just a little, every time I change one of the poopy diapers.

I had a very dear friend (still a very good friend, though he lives far away) in college who had the smelliest, foulest, most room-clearing farts ever. I used to call them Tahitian Death Farts. They were especially potent if we'd been drinking the might before, which was usually the case. I'm not saying mine were any bed of roses, mind you, but his TDF's were truly something special.

He had nothing on this baby.

I wish I could describe for you all how astonishingly bad the gas that the insides of this child produces smell, but I don't have the proper adjectives. I don't think they exist in English. Suffice it to say, you could use this aroma in some real version of some of the RPG's which have versions of hell in them.

Sorry for the graphic and basic nature of the second half of today's post, but I just had to share. If anything happens to us whilst changing this child, someone had to know!

It was a moral imperative.

Parenting. I love it!


Thoughts?

Pax,
Nelson