If you know anything about me, you know that there's nothing more that I love more than a swaddled baby. In fact, one of my friends is about to deliver her third girl in a couple of weeks (bless her soul), and every time I see her, I mention how much I can't wait to swaddle her new baby.
She suggested some sort of swaddling rehab. Point taken.
I didn't really understand the joy and necessity of swaddling until I became a mom. And now, I could swaddle and do the stand-up-and-bounce-while-rocking-back-and-forth-thingy with a baby for a really long time. It's my favorite (as long as I don't have to wake up with them in the middle of the night.).
I guess that love was passed on to my oldest. She's been carrying her swaddled monkey around for two days straight.
With the way things are headed...
She'll probably have to go to rehab with me too. (Doesn't she look so old??)
Have a wonderful Friday and a great weekend! Go Thunder!!!!!!