The Baby Whisperer

Before Atticus was born, I couldn't manage to conjure up more than two lines of a lullaby. I am now proud to announce that I have learned all five verses of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" and that I sing it to Atticus before bed and before naps. It works magic. In fact, if I want to be sure he fills his belly before going to sleep at night, I have to wait until he's done nursing before commencing into song or that baby will start to nod off even in the face of hunger. "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star," a little belly rubbing, and some California Baby calendula cream applied to his face and that sweet baby is on cloud nine.