So a few people have recommended getting a jolly jumper. Mostly those from a generation before me, not so much the baby moms of today. I did it. I broke down and nabbed one for the little mister. Thought, "I can try this out and if it doesn't work, we return it. Simple."It's a hit! He feels independent and is doing mini Irish dancing routines already. I should have known really. His sister loved it in her time and spent so much time in it I thought she'd be a kangaroo for life.
What does this mean for me? Some free time to get things done around the house and a rest on my arms. I can sacrifice the pipes for his happiness. ;)
Signed,
Rambo-armed Momma.
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