Day 6: Snap Frustration

Another timeless question: Are snaps really the best closures for baby garments? In the 21st century? Really? That's the best we can do?

Do the folks who pound those little suckers onto onesies and footed jammies ever try close those snaps on a wriggly, twisty, kicking-like-a wild-mule baby? And do all the "testers" have perfect eye-hand coordination? Grrr! Those little snaps are so stress-inducing, for both the snapper and the snappee. I mean, it's tough enough working chubby, flailing little arms through the sleeves of baby garments, but then to have to match up fifty itty-bitty snaps is more that GrandMary's hands and eyes can handle most days.

No, I have no solution to better fasteners, but then that ain't my job. I can see where zippers might be uncomfortable (unless they were really soft and flexible) and velcro might cause problems (though nothing comes to mind). I'm looking for something magical. Preso-chango! You're fastened up! I realize snaps have a certain nostalgic quality, but we can do better.

OK, so beyond the snap difficulties, Day 6 was fraught with very short baby naps, resulting in low-grade, needy whimpering for little stretches of time. Otherwise, GrandBoy scarfed down all his solids and all of his bottles. He managed many a chuckle, despite the lack of sleep. And who can resist that precious smile and those huge blue eyes? We had to forego lunch with a friend (sorry Richard!), but it was for the best for all concerned.

Now, sweetly sleeping with his tiny butt in the air, GrandBoy is erasing all the day's frustrations. He is a dear and darling little feller. His GrandMary couldn't love him more. Sweet dreams, baby Liam.