Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Genevieve's Happy Place.
She is totally and completely in love with the Jumperoo, as opposed to the equally strangely monikered Exersaucer, which Payne was obsessed with. Childless folks, just look it up. Heh.
This just goes to show that kids are all so different (read: we're subject to their every impulse and whim and attempts at parental influence are fruitless, which is fairly cruel considering every baby's marked lack of empathy). Payne used to get into the Jumperoo and bounce like a crazy man until he barfed, and then want out. You think I'm being hyperbolic, but I really safety pinned burp cloths over the lovely plastic-y upholstery on the thing. Genevieve will stay in there for an hour if we let her. It's highly entertaining to be a spectator during the action, because she hops from leg to leg in it in a way that is oddly reminiscent of step dancing (you know, the invisible straight jacket Irish jig thing). Sometimes it gets even better because her arms get stuck down in the seat, and she jigs away like a little leprechaun.
Oh, and that Toucan...he is on borrowed time. She reaches for him with both little clawed mitts and a look of concentration on her face that is a close cousin to blood lust. I'm going to walk into the family room one day to a baby completely covered in poly fill, holding an empty little felt carcass. (shudder)