Whatever you want to call it: Farting, bottom pops, bubbles (which is what we call it) or stink bombs (which is what we should call it!).
Over the last couple of days the twins have been releasing the most lethal 'bubbles' I have experienced. They may be tiny, but I swear they could take out a whole room and put people in a sleep coma, fairytale-style for 100 years.
Now, that they are on regular food - instead of all the jars and baby mush, their internal digestive systems have taken a bit of a change of direction. Their nappies are a lot more interesting and they can now burp like sailors! But as I said before, they have become a couple of stink bombs.
Last night was the worst. Opening the door to their bedroom, was like opening a door to a booby-trap, the gas was almost visible. It felt like a low cloud hanging above the cots, whilst they smiled peacefully in their sleep. Suffice to say the room needed airing.
I guess it is a bit like science really, we just need to find some food combinations that don't induce the lethal 'bubbles'. Though that combo has not been found yet. But as they both tend to giggle, when they let one go...I guess it is not a big deal. At least they are having fun - I just may need to invest in a gas mask!
