. . . the reggae

Currently listening to: Majek Fashek's I come from the ghetto from 1991's Spirit of Love. This seems to be a huge aid in facilitating Averie's morning nap, although the soft sounds of her breathing are randomly punctuated by little squeals and sighs. We think it could be gas, but babymama & daddy can't seem to figure out a way to prevent it.

Not long before cutest baby was to be born, smart, kind, wonderful babydaddy signed us up for real cable. This has been a huge help for babymama - first while she was home from work on bedrest and now while she's home on maternity leave with baby-sweetheart. Included in this awesome tv package are roughly 20 music-only channels, one of which is the reggae channel.

Baby-adorable sometimes has trouble calming down, and like most new parents, babymama & daddy have tried, and are willing to try, anything and everything they can think of to soothe her. Best options? A tight swaddle and either the reggae station (sometimes in combination with the special calm-that-baby-down dance) or electronica (daddy favors the Nike Original Run mix).

So today, after a late night 12:00 a.m. bedtime with special party interludes at 3:45 a.m. and 6:00 a.m, baby is finally full and sleeping to the sounds of Nigerian reggae. Babymama is relaxing to the sounds herself, and is finally able to gulp down some of that much needed coffee.

In other news, Averie went out for Mexican last night and slept soundly through the entire meal. She did, however, make up for her silence with loud and unceasing wails on the car ride back home.