farts.

Ben and I were laying in bed last night, waiting for Elliot to fall asleep. It was 11:30pm. We were just back from Maria's where we sampled some tasty wares (this one's totally overrated IMO) and were looking forward to stealing a few hours of rest but the baby just wasn't having it. He kept making farty noises with his lips. We couldn't stop laughing.

About a month and a half ago, his Aunt Suzie showed us that when you blow raspberries or make fart sounds, Elliot giggled. So we all do that pretty often now-- "Hey Elliot, a-bthththththt." He's figured out how to return the favor now, and he thinks it's pretty cool.