We have a fussy baby

Daniel is seriously not all that pleased to be earthside. Oddly enough, it’s generally not a big deal. It’s not that he’s colicky. Katie Grace was colicky, and she was just a very prickly personality. But he sometimes seems so sad and desperate and bewildered by the great big world. He’s happiest when he’s in the sling or swaddled. He even seems to like it if he’s in the swing and we turn it on to the high speed. I took the obnoxious light-and-sound-making toy bar off. I feel guilty enough using a swing! But he just seems to be having a very difficult time getting organized.

I am so glad we try to follow Waldorf recommendations (although to us, they just seem to be common sense!) for our babies. Hold them tight, protect their senses, rock them, sing to them, give them all the rhythm we can. Because honestly, if he was in a world filled with big loud noises and bold patterns and bright colors and flashing lights, I think he would tweak. Either that, or he would just shut down completely.

On a happier note, Katie Grace learned this poem today, and it just tickled her:
I never saw a purple cow.
I never hope to see one.
But I can tell you anyhow
I’d rather see than be one.