We bought a doorway jumper a few months ago, since the kid loves to stand on our laps and bounce. For what seems like hours. And hours. He resisted the jumper, though. He tried for a little while, but didn’t like something about it. He cried after a few minutes each time I put him in. So into the closet it went.
But as with most of his toys, if we just wait a while he might like them. And the last two days, he finally likes it. Actually, he loves it.
You know those videos of kids, where they’re trying so hard not to fall asleep in their food or during whatever activity enthralls them at the moment? That’s my son in his jumper. He bounces and bounces, until he can’t even keep his head up. His pace will slow, his head starts to loll, then he furiously starts bouncing again. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Here’s the thing. I can’t stop laughing. He’s so tired that I really want to put him to bed. But he’s not ready to stop bouncing. It’s a cross between pitiful and hysterical. Mostly hysterical. Because the cute? It kills.
Before putting him to bed? I grabbed the video camera. Of course.
