The secret to making this little boy happy is simply to swaddle him up tight and snug. If he is ever fussy, I will lay out a blanket and fold the corner down. As soon as I place him on the blanket and begin the swaddling process, he is full of little grins and becomes suddenly content. He loves these big, cotton blankets. He loves to touch them, and grab at them. When he is upset, sometimes I will just put one on his tummy and he will grab at it and feel it with his little hands and bring it up to touch his face and then he is happy once again. When he was just a month old, I was nursing him and noticed all of this "finger jam" (ya know, like toe jam, but between the fingers). He had played with his blanket so much that he had developed finger jam. It took me a while to peel all of the fuzzies out from between his fingers and every wrinkle on his little hands, especially when all he wanted to do was clench his little fists. I bet I could have built a mountain with all of the lint I acquired. Moral of the story, swaddled equals happy."JOY comes to us in ORDINARY moments. We risk missing out when we get too busy chasing down the extraordinary." ~Brene Brown
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Friday, July 22, 2011
Swaddled and Snug
The secret to making this little boy happy is simply to swaddle him up tight and snug. If he is ever fussy, I will lay out a blanket and fold the corner down. As soon as I place him on the blanket and begin the swaddling process, he is full of little grins and becomes suddenly content. He loves these big, cotton blankets. He loves to touch them, and grab at them. When he is upset, sometimes I will just put one on his tummy and he will grab at it and feel it with his little hands and bring it up to touch his face and then he is happy once again. When he was just a month old, I was nursing him and noticed all of this "finger jam" (ya know, like toe jam, but between the fingers). He had played with his blanket so much that he had developed finger jam. It took me a while to peel all of the fuzzies out from between his fingers and every wrinkle on his little hands, especially when all he wanted to do was clench his little fists. I bet I could have built a mountain with all of the lint I acquired. Moral of the story, swaddled equals happy.
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Oh cute! We still swaddle Keaton, it's the only way He sleeps! Except it's hard to find a blanket that's big enough to swaddle Him in now... :)
Hyrum sure looks happy and content in that picture. We are excited to see him change as he gets older!
love Grandpa & Grandma
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