When Beck awoke from his nap yesterday, he was screaming and crying and wouldn't be consoled so matter what I tried. He didn't seem sick -- just seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the crib, so to speak. I had exhausted every option I could think of to cheer him up, when I got one last bright idea. I stripped his clothes off and gave him half the Twix I had been saving in case of my *own* meltdown.
Result? Happy baby!