Gas. Walks and other marvels of parenting.

Gas. A word grumbled when people have to pump fuel into their cars. A word that some say is the reason why so many families are losing loved ones in Iraq. A word that can give any parent a tumultuous amount of grief. Yes, that last one, and well, all the other ones apply to me, but the last one ripples through our small apartment after Hazel has had her share of milk. As soon as she is off, we prop her on a knee and pat her back trying to get those trapped bubbles of air to the surface and allow the belch to sound out like a wolf at the moon. Yeah, burping is hilarious, dealing with a newborn who hasn't gotten all the burps out, not so hilarious. Funny thing though, the biggest screamfest can be happening and then a silence and then a fart. Mostly juicy too, and really damn funny. If I haven't mentioned that my little girl reminds me of my late grandpa Bob, her farts are clearly another reminder of how hilarious passing wind can be.
Today we went to Denny's where mom and I got some food diner food. Walks are really nice. for some reason, they bring out the best in a day. So far, on day 3 of her existence we took her to Amato's, which is a cheese steak sandwich shop. On day 4 we walked to 7-11. On day 5 we went to the Salvation Army(see previous post about awesome find) and shortly thereafter we walked over to Taco Bell. On day 6, which is today, we took her to Denny's. Tomorrow is Heather's birthday, woot, and we are going to either go to a taqueria to celebrate mom's 32nd or we are going to order have Wing's and have aunt Megan bring it over. We shall see.