Charlie Brown defined it as a "warm puppy", The Beatles as a "warm gun", but for my two youngsters, nothing defines "happiness" like a hearty mid-bottle
burp. Each responds to a different technique: Carter requires little prodding beyond the odd back pat, while Nathaniel's a bit more difficult, preferring a head or tummy rub and
lots of patience...
Years from now, they're gonna want to kill me for posting these photos...
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