My world has recently revolved around burping, my life is glamorous I know. I am trying to teach the little one how to burp in order to settle himself and give us some sleep. He is learning quickly although sometimes he needs a lot of encouragement to bring up those little burps followed by a stream of that sweet smelling baby vomit that sits on your shoulder until some passer by kindly informs you that a bird may have pooed on you, nope I’m just a mother and that’s the sign of my now contented baby. A nurse once told me that breast fed babies don’t need to be burped because they aren’t swallowing any air like they may in bottles. I don’t believe it.

On the other side of the spectrum is Wrigglebot who has the gift of being able to burp on demand which he seems to do after every mouthful of drink followed by a very sweet, ‘scuse me’. Him, I am trying to discourage from burping though encouraging the saying of ‘excuse me’ after burping. That brings me to Squirm who copies everything her brother does and so she is beginning to try burping as it appears to be a very fun game.

So there you have it; a little one whom I want to burp and finds it difficult, a Wrigglebot who won’t stop burping and a Squirm who is doing her best to be just like her brother in his burping prowess.

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