A joker already

Michael has been sleeping really well. Last night, I put him down at about 7:30-7:45 and he woke up about 6:15 a.m. It was just as well, since I, for some reason, kept waking up earlier than I needed to. So when Michael started stirring, I picked him up and lay down with him for a bit. He wanted out of his swaddle right away, of course, so he could stretch and we looked at each other, cooing and smiling adoringly at each other. I tried to sit him down in the crook of my arm, but he didn’t want that, so I leaned him against my chest.

He looked at me, eyes bright, and farted. Then he laughed.

How is my baby such a joker boy already???