Before the baby was born, Danielle’s dad hauled an unassembled rocking chair up four flights of stairs and spent the better part of an hour assembling it in front of a glass sliding door which had the sun beating down on it. As a result, we were able to do our first feeding of the baby upon returning home in the comfort of a delightfully soft rocking chair. At least, Danielle and the baby were. I had to stand, fend off dogs that wanted to help and render assistance to Danielle. Such is life. We had to do some finger feedings for the first couple of days.
Claire agrees, in the classical sign language shared by all rockers alike: