Consoling the Inconsolable

One of the hardest things for me about having a baby is that every now and then, Noah's just done. Finished. Through with it all. His cry could stop traffic. Air traffic.

And in those moments, we have a few tools at our disposal:


Tummy Time! He seems to enjoy this a lot. He just looks around and tries to eat his hands.

The Mommy Shush. For some reason, he's not a big fan of the Daddy Shush.

He is a fan, however, of the Daddy Circus. Mommy does it too. It involves dancing like a crazy person till you're tired and your back hurts. Occasionally, it also involves bouncing on a big red ball.

I'm not kidding.

Thank God for the Baby Bjorn. Sometimes it's the only thing that will quiet him. And he almost always falls right to sleep in it. However, the aforementioned back hurtage can be an issue here as well.

When we get really desperate, music always works.

He's lying on Brahms.

Another small miracle is the Womb Bear. It makes womb sounds, and has a handy volume control. Babies love it...though it freaks most adults out.

This is the goal. Some nights it takes a lot more work than others.