1. Get Mom to take out the stupid bow and put my pj's on.
2. Be snugly swaddled. If in a generous mood, allow them to pacify me.
3. Get sung to (Mom always at least sings "How Firm a Foundation"), rocked and patted on the back in a calming manner. Hear "Mommy loves you; Daddy loves you; but best of all, most of all, Jesus loves you!" One day I think I'll learn to say it...
4. Fall asleep, snug in my bassinet. Unless my tummy acts up. Then I will suddenly scream and put out my lip and arouse every bit of parental pity possible. Those nights aren't so fun. Thank God they're pretty rare!
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