The Magic of Frank

My son is barely 3 months old and he loves Frank Sinatra. How, you might ask, do I know that he loves Frank Sinatra?

Ever since birth, my little guy has hated his car seat. Not just a mild dislike or a small aversion…he has a serious hatred for the car seat. All we have to do is put him in it and before we’ve even buckled him in, he begins to whimper. By the time we get the harness fastened and tightened, he is crying. And when we finally get this instrument of torture locked into the base in the car, he is in a full-out howl. Needless to say, car trips were avoided and dreaded.

But, we stumbled upon the magic cure…Frank Sinatra. My husband gave me a Frank CD for Valentine’s Day, and we happened to have an appointment with the pediatrician the next day. Determined to drown out the screams of my indignant child, I turned said CD up very loud. And, to my amazement, the screaming went to a cry, the cry went to a whimper, and then the whimper went to silence. By the time “Blue Moon” was over, the baby was getting drowsy. And when “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” began, he was fast asleep.

I don’t know what it is about Mr. Sinatra…maybe the rhythm, maybe Frank’s smooth style…but the calming benefits never fail. As a matter of fact, as I type this, my just-moments-ago fretful child is dozing in his bouncer while Frank croons “Embraceable You.”

And now, wherever we go, Sinatra is playing in our car. So much so that I am beginning to get completely sick of him. But I suppose I should count my blessings…at least this didn’t happen with Britney Spears!