My “miracle blanket” arrived on Friday, and after three days and three nights of using it, I can honestly say that if I could find the person who invented it I would kiss them. And buy them a steak dinner.

In fact, Stephen’s nap this afternoon has been so long and peaceful that I had time to swiffer the floors, do two loads of laundry, and write this haiku:

Inner, outer wings
Oh how snugly you swaddle
Houdini contained