Farty McBabygas

We are seriously considering changing Kate's name to Farty McBabygas.

Poor thing. It's not her fault. I have been lax in my care of what I eat lately. I mean, really I've been fairly lax since the beginning because I want Kate to get used to all foods. I'm not avoiding broccoli, onions and garlic as most books suggest, and she's been o.k. with it so far. However lately, my garlic eating has seemed to upset her little tummy. On Sunday night, the salad dressing I made was extra garlicky (by mistake). By Monday morning at 4 a.m., she was in a hard-core fuss which got Jon up and kept him up. When I got home, I gave her some Mylecon and she was better. Last night, I cooked the garlic in my chicken marsala thinking that it wouldn't be as bad. But when I went into her room to feed her this morning before work, she was awake and sucking on her fingers. She looked up at me and farted, and then smiled. So, another dose of Mylecon was given. I hope she feels ok...poor thing. I guess I need to be more careful. At least at this rate we won't have a fussy eater. She'll be the only kid on the block who eats brussel sprouts!