Thursday, February 11, 2010

The impossible dream...

On Tuesday, I went over to Natalie and Mike's house to take them dinner and see the new baby some more. They named him Jared, and after holding him for awhile, I deduced that he's a strong little kid--he almost wiggled off of my lap a couple times.

Here he is in all his baby glory:

(Mike caught this hilarious shot while I was there)

My task was to keep him awake for an hour so he would sleep through the night. This shouldn't have been too hard, huh? Yeah, you try keeping a newborn awake for that long. How are you supposed to distract them? The pig puppet that oinks songs worked for a couple minutes. Poking him kind of helped--but I had to poke cautiously, considering his belly was full from just eating. I tickled him; he squirmed. But his eyes kept closing, ever-so-slowly. I got one thing to work: moving his arms around like he was Tevia from Fiddler On the Roof and singing "If I Were A Rich Man."

After one hour: awake baby.


Blogger Adrianne Miller said...

Sometimes when Jack is about to fall asleep in the car and I don't want him to cause we are almost to our destination, I hop back there and sing Old McDonald really loud. It works.

February 11, 2010 at 2:15 PM


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