The Death of a Bouncy

Our baby is addicted to the bouncy seat. In case you haven't noticed most pictures of him are taken in it - he plays in it, sleeps in it – he and the bouncy are friends. I pick him up in the bouncy and drag them both all over the house. It's quite the addiction. Then yesterday, something horrible happened. As I am bouncing him (ok – maybe a bit too hard) – the bouncy seat breaks! Yep – we obviously bounce a bit too much. I thought to myself – what do we do? Should we just skip church? How can we get ready without the bouncy? I re-grouped and put Holden in the swing, where he proceeded to scream for the next 20 minutes (I think he was in the Anger stage of the grieving process over the loss of his bouncy). We did make it to church, but the minute we got home I got on Craigslist and found a great bouncy that is a big upgrade from his old one and was only $15 (would have been $50 new - love Craigslist!). Jason went and picked it up on his way to a fireside last night and by 8:30PM, I had a happy bouncing baby boy again.

Here's Holden this morning enjoying his little trip the the Costa Rican Rainforest with waterfalls, monkeys and all....