Confession: Burping infants is one of my LEAST favorite tasks (and from the picture taken during our latest "session," I don't think Parker loves it either!) Anyway, since I tend to have gassy babies, burping is key for future happiness (i.e. sleep!). I am ashamed to admit that I find myself pleading and bargaining with God over burps these days. It goes something like this: "Please God, make Parker burp, so I can go to bed. Just one little burp. I'll be the best mother ever if you give me one belch. I'll pray every day. Go to Bible study. Just one burp, God."I am -- of course -- being somewhat facetious about this, but today as I was endlessly pounding Parker's back for a "grand finale burp," I thought how ironic it was that I was dying to hear a loud, full-bodied burp today...and when he's 12, I'll be telling him to PLEASE control his nasty man-burps and other bodily noises.
Irony of ironies.
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