Madamoiselle Methane

Cute, isn't she?

Yes my dears, she's cute, she's terribly cute....but she's also terribly deadly when it comes to....well, how shall I put this? Tooting....oh hell, she farts. Every day....and lots! My darling 'fluffy' (the other mommies and I in my birth club are referring to our chunkers as 'fluffy') daughter has the worst gas I've ever known a child this small to have. But she doesn't seem phased at all by it, in fact, much to my chagrin, she seems delighted by her ability to "bubble" her own bathwater if you get my meaning.

Yep, she's one gassy baby!



I tell ya though, this little chunky monkey, at times, can emit such smells that would make a grown man blush. And if she's sitting anywhere near Gareth and lets one loose, I find myself looking at Gareth and asking if it was him or his daughter!

Ahhh well, there's gotta be a way to make something good come of all this....methane.



I figure she'd be pretty handy at clearing out a room.

Have pesky in-laws that have overstayed their welcome? Rent Gidget for a few hours and when placed strategically in your guest room, those annoying in-laws will retreat back to their own homes in nothing flat.

Has the Avon lady not gotten the hint that you aren't interested, or are the Jehovah's Witnesses as thick as a brick and won't leave you alone....it's as simple as answering the door with Gidget in your arms and the JW's will leave your salvation in your own hands and the Avon lady will say the hell with your make-up and cosmetic needs, she doesn't need the commission that bad!

Other folks have visits by the Tooth Fairy....it seems our little cutie pie was visited by the Toot Fairy!



Well, regardless of how tooterriffic she might be, or how smelly it gets, she's still just as darling and precious as can be and we love her to bits.

Now, if I could only remember where I put the air freshener I just bought?