After just five days, you have already made one thing clear. You do not like bassinets. OK. Maybe "like" is not the right word. More like despise. Or loathe. Or even detest. Putting you in a bassinet is almost as bad as putting Zaide(the fat cat that scowls at you every time you cry) into her pet carrier.
Actually, getting you in there is not the hard part. It's what happens milliseconds after you get in there that makes it difficult. You don't cry. Crying would be bearable compared to what you do.
I guess the best way to explain it is it's as if you are an Autobot and the bassinet is a Decepticon(if you don't get this reference, let me know and we'll rent TRANSFORMERS on whatever digital media is available in the future). You were both built to be each other's arch-nemesis. You have proved this over and over. Even if you are in a deep deep slumber, your body seems to have this internal g.p.s. that detects when you are entering the bassinet zone. When you get near it, you become fully alert and then the "fun" begins!
Luckily, you're mother and I have discovered an alternative to the bassinet--the car seat. Putting you in there is like placing you on a bed made of angel feathers and cotton candy. You are no match for it. Your eyes get droopy, your breathing gets heavy and BAM! It's sheep counting time.
This is even before we get you in the car!
Lucky for us, this car seat is soooooooooooo comfortable that you don't even notice how bad Milwaukee's streets are. OK. Maybe "bad" is not the right word. More like pitiful. Or horrendous.
sweet dreams.
love.
dad.
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