hands

Today, Erich wouldn't fall asleep in his crib for an afternoon nap. So I resorted to swaddling him up and putting him in the swing, which sometimes lulls him to sleep. When I went to check on him a few minutes later, this is what I saw:


Somehow, he manages to un-baby-straight-jacket his hand and it was peeking out below the top flap. The funny thing with his hands is that when they aren't clenched tight in a fist (which is rare), he has them in the most delicate little positions. I sometimes think he has ballerina hands because they move so delicately and fluid.


Too cute!