In which I compare my baby to drug users
Yeah, this really is just going to be a daddy-blog for a while.
Getting a baby to stop crying is a lot like talking someone down from a bad acid trip, or like getting a drunk to hand over his car keys. In both cases you’re dealing with someone who can’t be reasoned with, and who is responding to stimuli that you can’t necessarily see or even understand.
Emily is a lot better at it than I am.