I meant to throw something up here earlier, but I just never got around to it. Anyway, Molli was wonderful last night and all day today.
One little trick we seem to have found is that if we put her in the little baby-knapsack thing we have and I walk around with her on my chest for five or ten minutes, it has an absolute knock-out effect on her. She goes down like—well, okay, I’m not going to use that kind of metaphor when talking about my own daughter, but she goes to sleep abruptly and somehow stays asleep even as we unload her. That little babypack thing is worth its weight in gold if it stays that effective (we’ve only done it twice).
Mom, you mentioned Trine’s heavy sweater as visible in yesterday’s photo: yes, it’s been very cool lately. The way this summer’s going, it’ll probably be snowing by the time you get out here. We had 10-14 days of actually warm, sunny weather (from about the 6th through the beginning of last week), but everything before and after that has been cool, gray, and rainy. I suppose we could encounter some new weather pattern before you come, but right now I’d say you and dad ought to pack the kinds of clothes you’d wear in Connecticut in, say, mid-October. (And I hope I’ll have to eat my words!)
Oh! Cool thing… one of the things Nikolaj and Linda lent us was this big crib mobile that’s just been lying around for weeks, since we have no crib to hook it up to yet. Trine was asking me earlier in the day if I’d seen the musicbox part of it anywhere, and I got it down from where I’d stashed it to show her it hadn’t become lost. For no particular reason I wound it up and played it to Molli, who was squirming and fussing and grunting in Trine’s lap, and all of a sudden she went absolutely quiet, her eyes widened, she stared at the lump of plastic generating that music box lullaby (I’ve never heard it on anything but musicboxes; it’s like the tune itself requires a winding mechanism to be played properly), and she didn’t move a muscle until the lullaby came to an end.
More gold! We’re picking up the crib from Nikolaj and Linda Thursday night, and then maybe we’ll be able to lull Molli to sleep with the simple winding up of that little box (with the added bonus of spinning horses and stars and stars, or whatever the hell it is dangling from the mobile that will be rotating over her head along with the music).
I realize I’m writing horribly right now. I’m exhausted and not going to edit a thing. It’s time for bed, but I just thought I’d give you all a little closure on our scary flirtation with colick. (There were some really friendly words of advice over on Moron Abroad when I mentioned the dread c-word yesterday—see the comments.)
And now, good night!
