I have fond memories of the hokey-pokey as a child, only performed in the center of the hallowed darkened roller rink with heavy rented skates on each leg being jangled about to the music. The bootie-wiggling and hand shaking at the end was always such a feel good experience. It was hokey, but I did so love the dance.
My son has inherited my love of the hokey-pokey. His version, though, is done at the most inopportune time – at swaddle for sleepy-sleep time. Through our trial and error and his karate-chopping legs, he’s graduated to the Woombie Lil’ Houdini swaddle because he is (duh, duh) a Houdini-like escape artist from all other non-zippered swaddles. I cannot begin to tell you how many nights I have gone into the nursery to find various appendages wiggling and sticking out of the pathetic half-escaped swaddle and Rex squwaking because he’s (duh, duh) cold! and awake! Since mommy and daddy do not sleep well Rex does not sleep well if he’s not swaddled, I have no qualms about putting him in the sleep three-point restraint (as my father calls all swaddles).
The Woombie is essentially a pea pod for babies. All you have to do is place said child in middle of Woombie, stuff legs and arms into Woombie and zip. Easy as 1-2-3, but for us more like 1-3-2-1 again-3 then -2 and back to -3 because this child loves to play the Swaddle Hokey Pokey. No sooner does one leg go in, does it come out again. Then, one leg goes in and a second and the first comes out again. And, the legs are in constant 360 degrees of motion. Kick up, kick side, kick down, kick other side. Repeat. I can also tell, from the faint light coming from the closet, that the little stinker is smiling. It makes me chuckle just to think about it. You know he’s having a fabulous time playing keep-away with mommy. Mr. X has reported similar nocturnal games when trying to wrestle Rex into the Woombie.
For now, I’m still able to gently but firmly coax those little wiggling limbs into the Woombie. There will come a day, not to soon in the future, I fear, where my two hands are no match for his four limbs in constant motion to elude being constrained in favor of sleep. The smile, though, will probably be what does me in.