Gas-master

I have the stinkiest baby on the planet.

There's just no arguing about it. The funny thing is that Alexander has his movements, on average, about once a week. No kidding. Maybe that's why he stinks so much.

When Michael was fully breastfed, his poop smelled like spoiled milk. In other words, not that bad compared to most adults after a beans-n-chili fest. But Alex...man, I don't know what I'm doing differently with my milk, but it ain't comin' out smellin' sweet.

But Alex also seems to be the happiest baby I've ever encountered too. Very smiley.

Which gives credence to that bit of wisdom:

Better an empty apartment than an angry tenant.

That should probably be on some fortune cookie fortune somewhere...