It's hard to believe that its already been 2-months since Kian was born, but get used to me saying it because I'm sure this is just the way it goes. I remember waaaaaay back when he was a newborn and how darn tiny he was... 5, 6 pounds. I wish I'd taken him in a little more back then, watched him more, held him more, because now he's grown up into an infant and a virtual ogre, big and bossy, and I've learned to take no for an answer. What the bossman wants, the bossman gets.
But NOW he's coming out of his shell, starting to explore the world around him, to test his surroundings and the weaknesses of his parents. The tongue-trilling cry doesn't bring help from daddy anymore, just daddy with a camera trying to capture the moment.
Annie has a new swaddle technique that he hasn't been able to crack yet, and after a few minutes of violent protest he usually settles right down. While in the "straight-jacket", in the battery-powered baby bouncer with the mobile going and a host of other visuals in front of him, he usually mellows right out. A shot of bourbon helps too. Me, not him!
We haven't had to resort to this style of straight-jacket yet
because we consider duct-tape and velcro a next resort.
because we consider duct-tape and velcro a next resort.
Baby jail.
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