I really like being carried and rocked. That is usually how Mommy and Daddy calm me down and eventually lull me to sleep. Even if I’m not sleepy, I can usually take a deep breath and relax. It is great when I’m in a bad mood and fussing. Being carried and rocked usually leaves me very content.
But it is a completely different story if I there is a some reason for my discomfort. Say a wet diaper or hunger. If I’m hungry, there is very little Mommy and Daddy can do to calm me down besides feed me. Sometimes I get so desperate that I go rooting for milk wherever I can. If Daddy is carrying me, that means I try to find some part of him that produces milk. Unfortunately, he’s not built that way.
But once I’m fed, then the world is at peace once again.
