The definition of insanity

24 Oct
…is continuing to do the same thing over and over and expecting different results.  (This, apparently, is a definition from that great mind, Albert Einstein.)  Does it work the other way, too?  If you continue to do the same thing over and over and you DO get different results, then does that mean you’re insane? 
All the sleep books say that it’s essential to get baby on a routine to encourage a good night’s sleep.  The trouble is, even as you’re trying to keep everything the same, baby’s going ahead and changing every day.  It reminds me of my first year economics professor’s favourite expression: ceteris paribus, or "all else being the same".  He would use it to say things like, "If demand for Widget X increases, then, ceteris paribus, the supply for Widget X will rise."  Of course, in the real world, it’s very unlikely that every other factor will stay the same.
Today I lowered the mattress in Jade’s crib; it is now as low as it can go.  She’s been stretching lately and I got tired of fearing for her life whenever she stood up to the lowered drop-side (that’s the side of the crib that lowers for easier access to baby).  I suddenly realized yesterday that in its lowered position, the rail comes up just past her waist.  All she would need would be to do a little hop or perhaps step on some mounded up blankets and she could probably have gone flying — a very short flight, indeed. 
It’s amazing how babies can grow so quickly and yet so imperceptibly.  She can suddenly take papers from off the top of the kitchen table and the centre of the coffee table is no longer a safe place to stash things we don’t want her to get.  Jade delights in pulling things off tables, sofas, chairs — she doesn’t need an interest in the object itself.  It’s simply fascinating to have such POWER! and CONTROL! over objects that go crashing to the floor. 
I think this delight in being able to manipulate her environment is the main reason that cords (electrical cords, shoelaces, the drawstrings on my hoodie) are such great playthings to her.  Today I made her a toy out of two short pieces of rope tied together, a safe way, I figure, for her to explore this fascination.  Unfortunately, the rope toy wasn’t much of a success; apparently, it’s too fat to be interesting.  (And that’s not social commentary.)  I’ll try again with something thinner, but I want to make sure it’s attached to something solid so that she doesn’t go tangling herself in it or swallowing it or some fool thing.  ‘Cause that would sure be difficult to explain to Michael when he gets home on Friday…

One Response to “The definition of insanity”

  1. Nemmy October 25, 2006 at 4:42 am #

    I used to feel that way when trying to make my balance sheets come out right in accounting class… every time would be a different thing.

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