"A picture of your most treasured item."
Ok. So the baby is not my most treasured item. The most treasured item I own is what that baby is asleep in.
Winston's jumperoo is my lifesaver. We received it as a gift from one of Jerry's Army buddies. I want to hug him. As you can see, he used to bounce himself to sleep when he was little. Now he just bounces himself sleepy. What is wonderful about this living room space devouring device is not that I could stick him in it for hours at a time and leave him there. No, I'm not that mom, though I have gratefully sat him in it and fallen asleep on the floor next to him for 15 minutes when desperate.
Nope. The most wonderful thing about the jumperoo is, now that he's older, I can stick him in it for 45 seconds so I can pee. If I don't contain him, he will, in the time it takes me to even walk to the bathroom, have spilled the cat's water, eaten her food, pulled all the sponges out of the cupboard, and opened a drawer for the purpose of taking out all my ice cube trays and flinging them across the room.
Unfortunately, he is only about a pound and a half away from outgrowing it. Then I'm in trouble.
1 comment:
HAHAHAHA! Love it! You are lucky that he would fall asleep in that! Noah is not one to fall asleep just anywhere...in fact the only odd place he has fallen asleep is a highchair! I would love it if he would just crash on the floor or couch or wherever sometimes!
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