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Monday, May 18, 2015

Desperate Times call for Desperate Measures


Why do babies cry, and what can a frantic parent do to satisfy this tiny 8 pound being?  This being who, essentially, has become the emperor/empress of the house?

Oh, I remember those days years ago where we parents were enthralled by this sweet little infant who was waving fists and screaming red-faced.
crying baby in the night
I am look darling, but....

First child: frantic; second child: not so much; but, third child?  We would have moved heaven and earth when she started crying.

We figured out the basic answers, however, the last one leaves us baffled.  These are:

        The baby is tired, but is in denial.

   The baby is hungry.  No problem.

                  The baby needs a diaper change.  Your turn.


Our own grandson after taking a three-pacifier nap.  

      The baby wants to be comforted.  Find the pacifier, rocking chair, and blankie.

           The baby wants to go on a car trip, even though it is 3 a.m.

                          What can we do?!  Good Lord, help us!

Do not feel obligated to watch the entire 28 seconds.

The final one hits every parent.  But we have some ideas.

Maybe the baby has heard about the recent House of Parliament appointments?

Maybe the last presidential elections went the wrong way?

Maybe the baby wants the wall in the nursery repainted?

While these are obviously ridiculous answers, desperate times call for desperate measures.

Even if you have not had children or even plan to in the future, all of us have gone on a plane with a baby screaming in seat 27A, while our own seats are two rows ahead, 25AB.

p.s. Our babies are adults with children of their own.  We grandparents smile and nod our heads with no sage advice to give.  God is good.