My 21 year-old daughter-in-law thinks I'm some sort baby-calming savant. Kellie would add an adjective before savant and then probably drop the word savant altogether. I have no secrets or tricks. I'm just an experienced father of four who can run through the gamut of quieting techniques in record time: swaddling, shushing, swinging, pressure on the belly and plugging the little screamer with a pacifier. And if all that fails to quiet the beast, then I stuff a boob in her mouth, not mine of course, that would be pointless and gross. For that chore I hand her over to her mother, but otherwise I keep my granddaughter cradled in my arms whatever her mood may be.