Sebastian’s Quiver

No, not the only place in town to get a Tokyo Teriyaki. I’m talking about this:

OK, he’s not raging there, but you get the idea. Swaddling ROCKS. (Yes, that’s a London Underground cap that he’s wearing. Our friend Julia brought that back from London last time she was there.) Back to swaddling. The thing that I noticed is that Juli’s swaddling is always way better than mine. And I was a little jealous. I thought I was a pretty good swaddler. Then I realized something: I only really swaddle Sebastian after I change a diaper. Diaper changes are definitely not on Sebastian’s Top 10 Things To Do list. So, inevitably, he’s squirming and carrying on and refusing to straighten out his arms. In not time flat, he has the swaddle all screwed up and his arms a flailing about. Juli usually swaddles him after he’s done feeding when he’s virtually comatose. The difference is akin to the difference between trying to apprehend a crackhead hopped up on meth and speed versus trying to apprehend a guy who just smoked a big fattie and ate a bag of Doritos.

That’s why my swaddles tend to have a bit less staying power. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

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