Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Burp like a man

Ever since the birth of baby Caleb, and after infinite hours practice of burping my handsome baby boy, I have become an expert in the art of patting his little infant back in hopes that a glorious breastmilk burp will come forth, relieving him of his gassy discomfort.
Just pondering the hours each day that I spend gently pounding on baby Caleb's back, it is no wonder that now when I hug people–adult people–it is with cat-like reflex that I pat their backs as well. I am slightly embarrassed by this fact, as I'm sure grownups don't appreciate being burped. Nonetheless, I can't help it.
Well last night I was lying on the couch when hubby came over to lay with me and steal a great big hug. As predicted, I began patting his back in motherly burping fashion. This glorious, loving hubby of mine did something no one else has yet – he burped! I guess he's had his share of practice as well.