Jump Jump

This weekend, I had a brilliant idea.

To buy Carolyn a jump-jump.

Because she likes to kick her legs so much, I figured bouncing around in a jump-jump would be second nature.

This is pretty much how it went:

She used the side to chew on.  For twenty minutes.  I would swear she's teething, but she's been doing that since she was born.  The very first casualty?  My nipple.  Just so you know.

Then, when she was done slobbering excessively on the kitchen floor, she decided a nap was in order.



A really long nap.



With even more slobbering.