You know how they say miracles come in small packages?
Ours came in the mail.
It's called the "Miracle Blanket," and it turns our wee little captain into a wee little burrito.
The Miracle Blanket is a baby straight-jacket. More kindly put, it swaddles him better than Mommy or Daddy can. Our little hero doesn't like it much. He'd rather have his arms free, ready to fend off any evil-doers that may find their way into his crib at night. But, little does he know, those arms are also his worst enemy -- his arch-nemeses, flailing about so much that they keep him up all night.
Now, with the Miracle Blanket, he actually sleeps more than 20 minutes at a time. On a good night, we'll get four hours of sleep before he wakes up for his middle-of-the-night feeding. He's still fussy. But he's a fussy little man that sleeps more. Which is better than the alternative.
Today we visited a potential daycare provider. So far, so good. It's a little out of the way, but, despite that, it seems like an ideal situation. It's less a daycare than it is a babysitter-for-rent. But that's what we need for the one day a week where we can't be home with him.
Though it may be hard to tell by the pictures, the good captain is getting bigger every day. He's growing out of his clothes, which is to be expected. Tonight, during his 7 p.m. bath -- you know the 7 p.m. bath, right? -- we noticed that he's almost outgrown the sink. He's gone from a tiny turtle in a terrarium to King Kong in a birdcage.
Or something like that.
He's our little miracle. In a package that's not so small anymore.
Today's picture I call, "Cute babyyyyzzzzzzzzzz........(snore)"