I am a one week old grandma and to tell you that this is the best thing that has ever happened to me since my youngest was born is totally an understatement of facts and emotions. This little boy is the light of my life. Every move, grunt, coo, burp and of course the multiple fartings brings me and his grandpa great pleasure. Which is odd because if it were the other way around and it was his grandpa instead of the little boy that was doing all the gas passing it wouldn't be any pleasure to me at all!
Our little guy has been hiccupping, burping, and sputtering since he was born on November 18th. With every sound that he makes he hears great glee, giggling, and even clapping. His grandpa is so proud of the loud baby belches this small almost 8 pound tike makes. That he proudly tells everyone that he can how great "his boy" is.
But this almost got us into trouble...
The mama, who isn't exactly religious in one way or another, decided that we all needed to go as a family to my church that has a Thanksgiving service every year. She was raised on going every Thanksgiving Day to hear the service and then the half hour or so of annual gratitude for the blessings brought forward through prayer and study. I was pleased that even after being home for less than 2 days she had wanted to take her son to this service.
It took all of us as a tribe to get us to church with time to spare and all of us dressed and most of our hair done. We sat as a family in the pews in the order we had planned, just in case this little sleeper decided that waking up during the service would be a fun idea. Little momma stocked the diaper bag with all the "just in case" items that one could possibly plan for. We all felt pretty confident that we could handle about any situation and that going to church was a good idea.
Sitting in between hymns, half hearing the readings and half focused on the gentle breathing and slight squirms of this warm, rosy cheeked sweet bundle, when all of a sudden he shared with us a thunderous fart! It roared past the diaper through the soft pants and snuggly blanket up to our ears. One look at the mom's face I knew that I had to look away immediately. Except for the matriarch of the family, firmly listening to the lesson, grandpa was turning deep red holding his breath trying not to laugh! The mom was gulping in giggles and laughter and I looked the other way trying to think about what was being read up front.
Being laughy people and usually in all the wrong places and at the wrong times, I do not know how or what helped stop us from making a total ruckus. This just about put us into hysterical laughing melt down. All I know is that if I had looked at my daughter at the same time she had looked at me we would both still be grounded by "G.G." (the Great Grandma)!
Guess you can plot, plan and try to be ready for the unexpected, but I'm not sure what you can put in a diaper bag that helps cork giggles!
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