switch feet?

I'm laughing with you. Really, I am.

And no batteries can be scavenged from anywhere? I mean, really, do *all* the smoke detectors have to be working all at once? :)

I would be knocking on doors and asking to borrow a cup of batteries.

Dude, get yourself some batteries. Maybe he won't notice if you stop. But I'm asking you so very nicely, please get more batteries.

That happened to me exactly once with my colicky baby. You can bet your sweet ass that after that we had approximately 4,392 D batteries on hand at ALL TIMES. In fact, he's nearly 6 and I'm pretty sure I still have some of those batteries in the fridge.

Maybe tie some sheets together to hang down from your loft and then put swing him in there? I mean, that's totally responsible parenting isn't it?

I wish my boy liked the swing, he hates it. Although, he's developing a fetish his binky that gives me a bit more of a break, thank goodness.

I think the moms in the olden days would just sit the kid out in the yard and let the chickens entertain him. ;)

hurry! send jason for batteries pronto. then the world will be right again. ;)

Ahhhhh, the batteries for the swing. I bought D batteries by the truckload because without the swing (which my daughter would nap in, happily for 3 hours at a stretch) life would not have been worth living.

I agree...this qualifies as an emergency and Jason should go and get them and bring them to you *IMMEDIATELY*.

Too funny!

Don't worry, honey. Just about when your brain starts thinking like it did pre-pregnancy, you will get the wild hair to have a sibling for Noah. You have officially entered the Mom Zone. Welcom. Er, Wellcom. No, wait, Weelcom. Crap..how do you spell it again?

LOL at "olden days" swings - I totally remember sneaking up on my baby brother who would be quietly playing or napping in the swing and giving that thing a big crank. Made him jump every time! Ahh, good times. No wonder he turned out the way he is...

Keep on swinging mama. Bwahahahahahaaaa.

Tie Ceiba up to the swing and throw a ball back and forth or just put her food and water on opposite sides of the room. voila! ze problem, she is solved!

You know, you thought to put him in the swing. You should get bonus points for that. In several of my sleep-deprived moments my arms would almost be falling off from rocking one of my girls, because I wouldn't think to use the damn swing.

Oh yes...I remember the ones for the bouncy seat quitting. Immediately had to borrow some. Then we got rechargeable ones, with about 3 sets of each size, so some were always ready to go....which I see you do have. But the wait for them to charge is FOREVER. Even quick charge isn't fast enough when your child wants the swing, and now, not later.

You're doing great though. Somewhere between pregnancy & birth you lose atleast 1/4 of the sense you used to have. Seriously. Then after they're born, well, your mind is just shot. Forget ever remembering really important things, b/c the world really does revolve around the child, and no one else seems to realize that.

Don't worry, it'll be fine, soon it will all be so automatic that you will find yourself pushing the cart back and forwards in line at the supermarket, even when your kid is 20 and left home already.

Love this blog. And you better get new batteries ASAP. For awhile, the swing was all we had. I just packed up our old swing and put it in the attic, as our youngest is turning 3 this weekend.

There is a pony coming to our MD home for her princess party.

We are so fucked.

Dee

Here is a million dollar idea, a baby swing with an electrical plug rather than batteries. That way it never dies, and you could even get enough power going to swing a baby that weighs more than 20 pounds. One bad thing about having a big baby (which I know from experience) is they out grow the baby swing way too fast.

Wait until the batteries in the things that make music start to fail. There is nothing creepier than "Old Macdonald" at about 1/4 speed. It all sounds like it's coming from underwater.

Not cool.