Where noxious gas comes from

Recently Owen stopped pooping everyday (very normal at his age- not to worry). At first, I thought this was a most joyous occasion! No more big diapers loaded with three outfits for the "overflow". No more big diapers (that were relatively odourless, but gross none the less). What a wonderful gift! And then three days later, I learned the down side. Big stinky diapers. And even worse: gas. Every day. Often. Instead of dirty diapers I get poisonous gas. When Cris blames the baby for the stench, I honestly don't know if he is lying or not. I am surrounded by a toxic waste dump.

But the worst, absolute worst, is I am creating a proud farting machine. I don't know what possess me to do it, but whenever he farts, I tell him it was good one. I pat his little bum, call him "Tooty McToots" and say "Good job".

Why? Why do I feel the need to create another male who is proud of his stench. And since when is noxious smells something to be proud of?? I need to wean myself off of this cycle. Potty training is a bit of a way off, but it won't be long before I am congratulating him on his poop in the toilet. This is why grown men feel they need to call their wives in to the bathroom to show them their "best work".

So to Owen's future wife (or husband- we're ok with that), I apologize. I created Tooty McToots and take full responsibility. Just pat him on his bum and tell him "Good job" and he will leave you alone.