Our peditrician warned us that babies get really bad gas pains when they are newborns but the pains tend to go away somewhere around 6-8 weeks. Today marks his 7th week and he now has figured out ways to get the gas out (oh yes, we have made up a song that can be sung to "Who Let The Dogs Out," but we obviously have changed the words to "Who Let The Gas Out.").
Anywho...early last week, Roark had a bit of a bad night because he was a little gassy. I was telling my Dad about it and he said, "Well Anastasia, it isn't his fault he's gassy, you're the one that fed him, right?" It was at that point I realized my Dad will always defend Roark...which was a wonderful feeling (fyi - I wasn't complaining about Roark -- I was just telling my Dad I felt bad for the poor little fellow).
Not sure if I posted this picture but it is of my Dad looking at Roark. You can't really see my Dad's face but it is a look I will never forget. It was a nurturing look - plus a combination of pride, admiration, and love. My Dad hasn't held Roark yet, maybe because he is afraid he might drop him - but hopefully one day soon he will hold him.
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