After a night of sleeping not enough, followed by a day that sucked because I was not well-rested, TWO went right back into his Woombie. I’m experimenting with different swaddling techniques. Today for one of his naps, I stuck him in a sleep sack with his arms inside.
It seems strange to me that any of us survive in this house on any given day. But then I think about the people who live in truly deplorable situations (like Haiti, for example), and I feel stupid for showing everyone my super huge bruise.