Gas Powered

So far I have been careful to let Andrea read everything I have written before posting. She has been kind enough to point out only the most grievous of spelling and grammatical errors while offering very little editorial control, which she has. But this time, I'm going it alone because both Collin and Andrea have gas - BIG TIME. As I've previously mentioned, Collin can really let it rip and does so many many times a day. He has no shame, offers no excuses and they usually result in a diaper change which he accepts.

Having someone other than the dog to blame farts on was one of my primary motivations for reproducing but Andrea is content to fess up every time she lets one loose. But while Collin's are explosive and uncontrollable, Andrea could, I thing with a little effort, fart her way through the first couple verses of the Star Spangled Banner. The dog and I are both impressed by their display of flatulence. I've never seen anything like the two of them together: farting, eating, sleeping and loving each other. It's all amazing.