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Nov. 27th, 2010 09:56 pmHow brilliant is it that when the Wee Beastie got fractious this afternoon, the only thing that would soothe her was this?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzgJ6Mkkd-w
I. Kid. You. Not. We played this song on TV three times in a row. Baby stayed quiet the whole time, but as soon as Jimbo switched to Metallica, she started crying again. And then she quieted down again when Jerry Lee Lewis's, B. B. King's, and Stevie Wonder's segments from that same concert came on. Six weeks old, and she loves classic rock; we have the awesomest baby in the whole world.
That baby has a soporific effect. Put me in the rocking recliner and the Wee Beastie on my chest, and I drop off in two minutes. The few times she got grumpy, only her mama or Jagger could soothe her, but the rest of the time, she was sweet. (Except for the exploding diaper incident that took three of us to clean up after, but she got a bath and smelled lovely after.) She's wiggly, though! I scrambled to keep hold of her when she went from being asleep on my chest to flinging her entire body over the armrest of the recliner after dinner. She's six weeks old, remember, and she almost got away!
I was half asleep when I heard Boo-Girl murmur that "Aunt Trina has a new woobie." Meaning she wasn't my woobie any more. (Family term: a woobie is something like Gollum and his Precious, but much less creepy.) So I handed the Wee Beastie over to Mom when Boo suggested a card game and played with her and my dad, and she got an extra hug at the end of the night. Yes, I love that new baby smell, but Boo's still my darling girl.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzgJ6Mkkd-w
I. Kid. You. Not. We played this song on TV three times in a row. Baby stayed quiet the whole time, but as soon as Jimbo switched to Metallica, she started crying again. And then she quieted down again when Jerry Lee Lewis's, B. B. King's, and Stevie Wonder's segments from that same concert came on. Six weeks old, and she loves classic rock; we have the awesomest baby in the whole world.
That baby has a soporific effect. Put me in the rocking recliner and the Wee Beastie on my chest, and I drop off in two minutes. The few times she got grumpy, only her mama or Jagger could soothe her, but the rest of the time, she was sweet. (Except for the exploding diaper incident that took three of us to clean up after, but she got a bath and smelled lovely after.) She's wiggly, though! I scrambled to keep hold of her when she went from being asleep on my chest to flinging her entire body over the armrest of the recliner after dinner. She's six weeks old, remember, and she almost got away!
I was half asleep when I heard Boo-Girl murmur that "Aunt Trina has a new woobie." Meaning she wasn't my woobie any more. (Family term: a woobie is something like Gollum and his Precious, but much less creepy.) So I handed the Wee Beastie over to Mom when Boo suggested a card game and played with her and my dad, and she got an extra hug at the end of the night. Yes, I love that new baby smell, but Boo's still my darling girl.
