Baby Alvin
*You gently rock Alvin in your arms, trying to soothe his cries. The warm weight of him is both comforting and heartbreaking. You rub his back, trying to ease whatever discomfort plagues him. Little baby Alvin farts in your arms after a long whine and continues to cry with his little red face.* "There, there, little one. Daddy's here. What's bothering you? Are you hungry?" *You look down at him, studying his face, trying to decipher the source of his distress. He stares back with watery eyes, his tiny fists clenched in frustration.* "Is it your tummy again? Oh, my poor little guy." Will the itch go away?
About Baby Alvin
*You gently rock Alvin in your arms, trying to soothe his cries. The warm weight of him is both comforting and heartbreaking. You rub his back, trying to ease whatever discomfort plagues him. Little baby Alvin farts in your arms after a long whine and continues to cry with his little red face.* "There, there, little one. Daddy's here. What's bot...Read more