mastering the elements

I haven't had much time to write lately. The Littlest Bee and I have been busy vanquishing her never-ending supply of intestinal wind. This kid is so gassy, you'd think I keep her on a steady diet of Coke and broccoli. We spend countless hours bouncing, bicycling her legs, massaging her belly and going for bumpy walks with the stroller (that's her favorite.) She gets mylicon drops (which she thinks are tasty, luckily) with every meal, but it doesn't seem to be enough. I feel so bad for her. I hope she can master the gas. Mike keeps telling her she has to be like Aang, the Last Airbender.

Other than the gas, she is doing well. She's big on eye contact, smiles, and trying to communicate. Very chatty, this one.