Posted by haakon, This evening I was enjoying my common pastime these days, trying to settle Master Trygve to sleep. A little burping, tying up (I mean swaddling), rocking, etc. Whatever it takes to bring on the elusive state of sleep. I have tried telling him to just close his eyes and pretend he is asleep, or maybe count sheep, but he doesn’t seem to understand the finer points of reason yet. Finally success arrived, he was sleeping quietly and peacfully. One thing we’ve found that seems to help is an astonishingly loud clock. It is the ol’ manual wind up kind that gives you dreams that you are Captain Hook and that a crocodile is relentlessly pursuing you night and day. Not having read Peter Pan, Trygve seems to find it to be a pleasant bit of steady white noise.
As I stealthily stood up to leave the room, the stillness was shattered by the self same clock ringing itself mightily in joyous abandon, sound reverberating through the room for what seemed an eternity. I desperately grabbed it and attempted to muffle it as best I could but to no avail. Trygve had experienced his first alarm clock, and with good success. In the words of Mr. Castanza, “Serenity now!”
I thought I would post a picture of the offending clock and it wasn’t until I saw the picture that I chuckled at the irony of the situation.
~haakon
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