Now, I know that these don't meet with current parenting standards. I know that some people consider them little better than baby death-traps. But we don't have stairs or doorjambs, and oh is it nice to have something that keeps him happy while I get dressed and swipe at my face with a mascara wand.
He seems to enjoy his time in this, actually. It's a borrowed item, from a friend who's daughter is now walking and doesn't need it. She warns me that 1) it hurts like hell when it gets rammed into your ankle, and 2) the little buggers get an inflated sense of autonomy and think they rule the household from their little plastic thrones.
For the time being, all he does is jump a bit, and lurch in various directions in a very uncoordinated manner and scream like a dolphin. He flails about with his arms and sometime hits the buttons which make music play, and then he freezes, like "What the hell is that?" We are much amused.
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