self soother

despite our greatest efforts (of spoiling the living snot out of him!), there are times when our sweet little h just willnothaveit. he's simply fed up. too much time in his jumper. too little time spread out on the dining room table. too long since lunch. too close to bed time. and in these desperate moments of unhappiness, there is a very slim bag of tricks we use around here to buy a little time:

1. pick the prince up and dance. obviously.

2. lay infant beneath dining room chandelier. 

3. adele.

4. place da babes, frontward facing, in the baby bjorn

but truth be told, there are times the situation just can't be helped. like when mother needs to use the facilities, and in that case his vibrating rocking chair is where he's got to remain for another quarter of a second. so we buckle him in like the responsible parents we sometimes are, bellied up just the perfect distance away from the patio doors (for his extended viewing pleasure) and the television (because we devil parents are not above using the tv to entertain our three month old), hang a few dozen colorful toys from the trapeze bar that spans across his face in the rocking chair, and dash to complete the necessary task in less than 5 seconds. all the while, henry bellows as if his very life has been crushed to bits. unless! unless the tearful stars have aligned just right, and the sounds of injustice henry is brewing somehow morph themselves into a slight gargle, if even for a second. just long enough for the vibrating, bubbly music to register in henry's ear. because then we're saved, the sorrow will be forgotten. if there is one thing a henry knows how to do around here, it's sustain a good gargle for several minutes at a time. and he loves it! and in those short yet celebrated minutes, a five second bathroom break can be downright relaxing. 

aaaaaaaand, is it summer yet?