I should have expected this to happen...

Today while quietly feeding Jack in the wee hours of the morning, I was reveling in the quiet time I had with my Mr. Man.  His cherubic face was serene while we looked at each other, and his gentle sighs as his little tummy filled up were such bliss for this new mom.  As feeding time goes on, he slows down and stops eating (this is normal for a child of my husband - my husband whose eating pace is out matched by a sloth.).  I gently rub his back hoping he won't take too long when the wee babe lets out a ginormous fart - one that would challenge any adult.  He unlatches and grins one of the biggest grins I've seen on him so far as I react with a loud "woo!" and gives me the best belly laugh for a good few minutes to express how proud of his accomplishment he is.  I have no one to blame but myself for having that bean burrito for dinner last night...