Stinker,
What a terrible night you had tonight. You were fussing and crying, didn;t want to go to bed and didn;t want to stay up. You were having such a fit and everything I did wasn't working. You didn't even want your pacifier, which means there is definitely something wrong. For a moment, Daddy looked at you, then he bent over your, massaged your tummy for a minute, he pushed a bunch of gas out of you (yes, I laughed a bunch) and then you were fine! Ta-daa! I was impressed beyond words. This is nothing I would have thought of doing so all I can think is thank God for Daddy!
Love,
Mommy
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