Oh goodness friends. I gotz to throw this here post up with a quickness. Miriam isn't going to tolerate her swing too much longer.
Swing you say?
See, many years ago, we bought a swing for Henry. He HATED it. Oh so much. In fact he continued to hate ALLLLL swings until after age two. Now he likes them.
Spencer liked swinging at the park, but didn't care for it as a stay-at-home activity.
Therefore, we gave the swing away, declaring that all babies of ours would hereafter and henceforth hate swings.
This child. I tell ya.
She will NOT sleep unless she's moving. (Night time... we're working on.)
I can NOT parent four other children while bouncing her on my yoga ball.
I love to have her in the sling, but even that is not easy to do when you're cooking, doing laundry, etc.
Enter the swing.
I am generally anti-baby-devices. I figure, I got boobs, I got a sling, I got a car seat , I'm all set.
Well. Color me a liar. I friggin' love this stupid swing. Yes, I tell her darn brothers to stay out of/off of/away from the swing 87 times a day. But, know what? It's ok. Because my baby girl will NAP now. It's brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
I love you, Swing. Thank you for your service.