Ty, my little guy. I know that Daddy is a much better swaddler than me. I know you know this, so there is no reason to waste all your energy trying to bust out of my swaddle just to prove how horrible of a swaddler I am. Trust me, you sleep much better all cuddled up. When you have your arms up and ready to flail about, the blankie off, your nightgown halfway up your legs and your sock off, it's only a matter of time before you realize how cold you are and wake up crying to be warmed up. Let's agree to accept the fact that I'm not the best swaddler and leave it at that, okay?
I love you,