You know those jumpers that hang in the doorway that every baby goes nuts over? We've been told by so many people that those things are a secret weapon that will buy us time to make dinner, empty the dishwasher, and even pay bills...all in the same night. Now, that's a pretty tall order, but we were psyched at the thought of it. Seeing as we haven't done laundry since before the PA primaries I'll take any secret weapon I can get.
So, we rigged the thing up between the living room and the kitchen. Brian had to make a door frame of sorts to hang it, which meant using power tools, which scared the cub. Once she was scared, that was it. The Jolly Jumper became the source of all things scary, and there were tears. We put her in it and she cried. We gave her cherrios and she sobbed. We gave her her white kitty and she was not impressed. Finally, Brian gave her a push and she thought about that for a minute, since she really loves to swing. But, no, the tears won out again. She is not a jolly jumper. We'll give it another try tomorrow, but I don't know about this. It's not feeling like a secret weapon.
In other news, Hayden is asleep! She went down with no tears, no fussing and no baby puke. I just poured a glass of wine, and I'm ready to relax for an hour before my bedtime.
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