Case and point:
I was told we must have a swing. Being that we only have 750sqft we decided to get a travel swing for the sake of space. BIG mistake. She hated it. I couldn't figure it out. I mean a swing is a swing, right? Wrong. We were at a friend's house one day who has a son a month older than A. She fell asleep in my arms (A, that is. Not the friend.) and said friend suggested I put her in her son's cradle swing. She loved it and was out like a light! The next day we got one.
That was our first lesson learned.
The second lesson is documented here. We were given a play mat by my SIL, Carrie. A would lay on it for a bit and then get bored and fuss. Then we were visiting with my friend, Christina, and I saw she had this fantastic play mat with tons of toys that made all kinds of sounds. I decided I would give it a try and went and bought one the next day. Ever since then it's been a whirlwind romance between A and her beloved play mat.
Laughing like a fool. |
"Why are you interrupting me, Mom?" |
X HATES his swing. I'm hesitant to shell out another $125, he's just not into it. Sigh. He does love the discount play mat we got him. and, when I took him to work and forgot all his toys, I entertained him with a (taped up)box of tic tacs.
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