Right on schedule

Julia is two weeks old now, and right on schedule is getting gassy and starting to fuss more before settling down to nap. If someone could develop some kind of vent that you plug into newborns to help them toot, that person would be richer than Bill Gates.

I've often speculated that the proof that there is no Devil (or at least, that he doesn't buy souls) is that he doesn't show up at the house of every couple with a newborn. Like shooting fish in a barrel! "Where do I sign? In blood? Sure, just hand me that knife."