When all else fails, pass her to papa for his "magic grip". She can have a face the colour of beetroot and be thrashing around like catch of the day - but if you manage to wrangle her into this position...the crying stops almost instantly. It really is magic. Pity my arms aren't long enough for this one - it sure would come in handy when he's at work! Although I think part of the effectiveness is that she enjoys staring at his whiskers - so we'll just leave this one to Daddy!