No natural gas shortage here

Dexter proves himself to be a clever Alberta boy with his ability to convert boob juice into natural gas.

Feeding time takes awhile because he needs to be constantly propped upright and a nice burp or fart coaxed out of him. This seems to take an eternity some days. It also seems to frustrate him. When he's frustrated, he does the Jack Jack thing (like in The Incredibles) where he morphs into different entities -- alternate variations of stiff, leaden, red, and/or peaceful baby -- while at the same time arching his back and doing this erratic version of baby kata, the form of which I cannot define (maybe his own version of karate, kung fu, and tae kwon do combined).

Eventually, between the Jon and I tag-teaming it, we manage to get a nice, manly burp out of him (I know, how sexist of me), the sound of which seems to simultaneously startle and confuse him.

But seriously, it's very upsetting to watch and listen to a squirmy, crying, frustrated baby and not be able to do anything about it, especially at 4 am. When the poor guy is in obvious pain, I get quite frazzled and feel completely helpless.