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Last week, approaching the 5th week of your existence outside the womb, you were not too much of a happy camper.
You decided that you hated the car seat. Which wasn't too much of a problem unless we had to go anywhere. So it was kind of a problem.
But, overall, you seemed to be chilling out a little- the Mylecon drops and Gripe water seemed to really help some. But, really as long as you were vibrating away in your little blue, vibrating chair you were fine. But that car seat...the last bastion of predicable crying and baby screaming (replete with veins popping out on your head and face) needed to be remedied.
When we were about to leave for the restaurant so that you could meet all your cousins and aunt and uncles, we put you in your carseat and you started SCREAMING inconsolably...
Luckily, your Aunt Rebekka came into town for Passover...and she came loaded with ideas.
You and she hit it off immediately, as if you knew each other already (well, she did sing to you while you were in the womb).
You even put your "glasses" on to show respect to the bespectacled-BekBut, Rebekka recalled an episode of the show "Sex and the City" where a character subdued a crying baby by placing her portable personal entertainment device (which vibrates) in his bassinet.
If only we had something like that.
Then your Mom recalled the vibrating bath pillow that Pops had gotten her one year for Hanukah.
I knew exactly where it was and I ran and grabbed it.
We turned on the pillow, and placed it on the car seat. You stopped crying immediately.
But, unfortunately, the pillow was HUGE and not portable.
Not to fear, said I, for I remembered the incredibly embarrassing vibrating core to the massage pillow. If you remove the core, you have a perfectly portable vibrating chillaxer for the baby. But, it's unfortunately shaped.
The designers of this device had a sick sense of humor, which I will explain to you when you're 18. But for now, everyone else can look and laugh.
So, we sheepishly tucked the thingy into your carseat and headed off to meet our family.
Oddly enough, the "Parents of the Year" trophy is similarly shaped.
The Vibra-baby (or bilbo as I called it) was a big hit with our families. They laughed and laughed at it...but, as parents, they all knew that you do whatever you need to do to get your kid to stop from crying. And, low-and-behold, the Vibra-baby worked like a charm all weekend long!
As we drove from home to hotel to restaurant to Mimi and Pops' to Baba and Nanneh's you were a happy little vibrating baby!
See, you can hardly even see the Vibra-baby (patent pending)
As big of a hit as the Bilbo was, though, you were an even bigger hit! All of your cousins and Aunts and Uncles and Great Aunts and Great Great Grandparents LOVED meeting you, and holding you.
Your Great-Grandpa Powell (that's where the Powell in your name comes from!)
A preview of all the fun we can have together (as long as my back holds out)
You turned 5 weeks old celebrating your first Passover at Mimi and Pops' with the Weinsteins (and two Shermans, a Helford and a few Fitts), and followed up your performance the next day with your First Easter at Nanneh and Baba's with the Roomianis, Powells, Zaehlers, Cantrells (and some surprise Weinstein visitors too).
Your First Passover! (Shirt by your Mommy and Aunt Sham, available for sale in the lobby)
Being with family always makes me feel...elevated. Or like how Gandalf feels when he visits the Shire...that's right, "magical."
There are far too many fabuluous pictures to post here, so you can peruse the fun-filled, family-fun, food-tacular weekend here, here and here.
And don't worry, by the end of the weekend, we found a way to disguise the Vibra-baby, and I'd say that in the first annual Vibrating Baby vs. The Holidays, everyone was a winner...except for the hollowed out massage pillow, which was stuffed back in the bathroom cabinet to wait to be propelled into importance once more, and perhaps the poor elephant rattle thing, which has now been reduced to serving as an incognito Bilbo-Doily.
