The Ominous Omie & the Incredible Irie!

a short story of sibling adventures

One day, baby Ominous Ounie decided to test the limits of his baby belly. He proclaimed, "I shall eat and eat and no poop poopies for me!" The Incredible Irie, who had had some experience with such matters, warned Ominous Ounie that might be a very very bad smelling idea, but baby Ounie was just that, a baby, and he did as he pleased.

After day one of his new resolve, Ounie looked and felt like an overstuffed pigeon. He had some trouble rolling over, but decided to distract himself by having spit ups all over the kitchen carpet. This made some more scrubby jobs for madness mama, but diligent dad reminded her Ominous Ounie was just that, a baby. Incredible Irie helped madness mama clean the kitchen, and that made everything alright for a bit. Still, no tooties for Ominous Ounie.

On day two, Ominous Ounie woke up in a cloud of something fierce - it smelled like cheese forgotten in a hot car. He instantly worried that this might mean a break in his resolve of no poopies. Everyone around him looked excited and hopeful, and began to change his diaper with much pomp and gusto, but boy, were they in for a disappointment.

Incredible Irie rallied everyone's spirits by reminding everyone that where there is smoke, there is often a fire, and that the good stuff must be on its way too. She did take Ominous Ounie aside for a little sibling pep talk: "Little baby brother, if you don't get down to business, you might explode! Or at least cause the smoke alarm to go off - noxious gases inside are a strict no-no!"

But Ominous Ounie was nothing if not a determined little fellow. He kept it all in and spent the rest of the day making ominous burps and other sounds that got everyone's attention, but were false alarms indeed. By mid day, he looked like an angry, overstuffed turkey.

Incredible Irie had had enough. "Alright Ominous Ounie, you've got to let it go!" She gently rubbed his round round belly... "No!" burped Ominous Ounie, and smiled a half crazed toothless smile. This made everyone sigh. Oh babies. But Incredible Irie is nothing if not ingenious. She wiggled her way onto Ominous Ounie's play mat, and bombarded him with tickles and raspberries. Ominous Ounie gurgled, giggled and then proceeded to make sounds that can only be described as baby guffaws. Ominous Ounie forgot all about his ominous plan. The laughter and tickles had done the trick.

At first Ominous Ounie was really upset, oh no, this felt like a defeat, but then, seconds later, he felt lighter, cleaner, brighter. He looked at Incredible Irie and chirped a full bellied giggle, as if to say, "This round goes to you big sister."

And so concludes one of the many adventures of Ominous Ounie & Incredible Irie.