Last night Terry had a business appointment so I got to do bedtime/bathtime with the girls all by myself. Normally things go pretty smoothly when it is just the three of us, and with the exception of having to Heimlich Elizabeth after she half-swallowed a nickel, last night was no no different. We read books together and I got each of them down in their beds and shut out the lights. I planted a kiss on Elizabeth’s forehead and said “goodnight sweetheart, Daddy loves you.” She responded to my parental tenderness with a fart so noisy that even as I type this I still cannot believe a butt as tiny as hers could produce. Shouldn't the diaper muffle it a little? How can her micro-booty generate that much energy?
Next up was Linda. As I walked over to her bed she said “I can’t get comfortable, my bed is too hard.” I responded with “it’s bedtime and I cannot fix that now. Close you eyes and go to sleep. Daddy loves you.” She countered with a fart of her own that I can only describe as the sound a handful of pudding would make if it was thrown at a brick wall. Amazing. Just another night with my little angels.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
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They're sooo like their father!!!xoxo
I know I'm a week behind, but I just got in from teaching Basic Life Support (including the Hiemlich on infants & children) so I zoomed right in on your post! I totally did not expect the 'fart' ending so I'm still laughing!!! Glad the Heimlich went well, though!
I should also add that the whole time I had Elizabeth over my knee trying to get her to cough up the nickel, Linda was reprimanding her "Elizabeth, don't put money in your mouth. You could die."
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