Ahhh… post-midnight – and I can relax. I should be in bed, but knowing I will be woken in 90-120 minutes with a crying baby makes it seem a little pointless.
Gas, with it’s associated accomplices Fart and Vomit have ensured this. I never knew. Purhaps this was missed from the guidebook? I am sure I never saw how bad, disruptive or weird it all seems. Milk goes in there. Pooh comes out there. Why make it complex? This gas thing, it confuses what is essentially a simple process of supply and demand.
Anyway – it seems I have developed a knack of burping baby.
Now – where did I leave baby?
About the Author
Karl Rohde is a freelance copywriter, journalist and marketing consultant with nearly two decades of experience in business-to-business, high-tech, and direct marketing.
You can find out about his services at Writer's Block or follow him on Twitter at @karlrohde
Karl Rohde is a freelance copywriter, journalist and marketing consultant with nearly two decades of experience in business-to-business, high-tech, and direct marketing.
You can find out about his services at Writer's Block or follow him on Twitter at @karlrohde