His arm STILL escaped? Inconceivable!
Although they struggle like anything to get out of them, my babies secretly love to be swaddled. Otherwise, they get really tired and start flailing their arms because they don't know how do go to sleep on their own. Maxwell is a classic example. The arm action eventually leads to his smacking himself in the face, et voila! The moment becomes titled, Wide Awake and Frustrated About It. Maxwell is getting pretty good at escaping my swaddles (but not Daddy's- you can't even bend his body in that tight of a wrap), so I have come up with a new solution- using the carseat buckles as fasteners for this baby burrito.
Dawn and her baby Caleb the Blond HeavyWeight came and visited us last weekend. It was great. She taught the kids to dance, and now they want to watch music videos on You Tube all the time. It's probably good that I'm so clueless in that dept, sorry kids, can't help ya. Instead, they have to get jiggy with it to Mark's old Will Smith CDs.
Since Deloitte and the great state of Texas think that MLK was more important than all 42 presidents put together, Monday was a regular day and Mark was off to DC. It was really nice to have Dawn here as backup and I'm exceeding grateful for all the laundry she folded and the kitchen floor getting scrubbed. Wow, what a best friend. Too bad we lacked the discipline to go to bed in the evenings, the circles under my eyes are getting so dark and deep. Next week I'll be better behaved.