life with a new baby
Posts tagged exersaucer
Exersaucer! Part 3
Jan 13th
Asleep Standing Up
Dec 20th

The other day, I put Nathan in his exersaucer to play. I could hear him banging away at the toys on the tray and talking to the different pieces. After a few minutes, however, all noises coming from his bedroom ceased. I peeked in to see what he had gotten into when I saw that he had fallen asleep while standing up in his exersaucer!

He took a quick, 10 minute catnap. When he woke up, he was refreshed and giddy with Good Mood. Good Mood is a great thing for a baby to have, believe me.

He seriously loves that exersaucer. I think he would totally live inside it if he could. And I’m happy with that because he’s learning all kinds of things… shapes, sounds, textures, etc.
And a happy baby means a happy house.
Exersaucer! Part Deux
Oct 15th
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q2YjGLuNDBg
For those of you who missed the first exersaucer post, click here to read about it. For me, the exersaucer is one of the best baby inventions known to man. Well, that and the baby swing. I think I would just shrivel up and die a slow and relatively painful death without them. That, or I would lose my sanity in three and a half days flat, resulting in me being confined to a padded room because the swing and the exersaucer keep Nathan entertained and happy.
We all know how important that is because when Nathan is not entertained or happy, you’d think the world was on the verge of total collapse.
What’s neat about the exersaucer is that as Nathan gets older, he learns new ways to play with the brightly colored and textured toys. He studies them even more diligently now, concentrating on figuring out how they operate. He’s playing in it for longer periods at a time, too, which provides me with a wonderful and much-needed break. Sometimes he’ll bang away at the “sound” buttons for twenty minutes straight, cackling enthusiastically when they light up and play music.
I also like how the exersaucer has this mysterious ability to make Nathan poop. It seems like every time I put him in it, he poops.
There I go again, talking about poop. Having a baby does that do you. Seriously. Poop dominates my thoughts and most of my conversations. I even dream about poop now. Yes, you read that correctly… I dream about poop. Baby poop. Everywhere. The other night, I dreamed I lived in an igloo constructed entirely of constipated baby poop that smelled like bananas.
I’ll stop now…

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