Last night around dinner time somebody apparently snuck into the house and switched out the calm, sweet and easygoing baby we brought home from the hospital with a kid that is the absolute opposite. Every single time we put her down in her crib she started bawling her little eyes out. Personally I think it’s pretty funny when she cries – mostly because of the bright red noggin she gets and her face scrunching up giving her the appearance of a toothless angry old man. The sound associated with the angry face makes your toes curl up and your spinal fluids freeze. She was a handful during the rest of the evening downstairs, but really pumped up the screaming when we went to bed. Finally the Mrs. gave in and had her sleep in our bed – defintely not a solution for the long run.
This morning faithful nanny Mrs. Google pointed us towards a few solutions – including learning to effectively recreate the warmness of the womb. The key to success apparently is doing a bit of a bondage number on them with a blanket. This technique is called swaddling and effectively works like rolling a burrito (if tortillas where square like a blanket.
I am happy to report, it has been two hours and the Peanut is sleeping ever so comfortably in her own crib!
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