Bouncing baby boy

At a recent Chevron fundraiser, in the silent auction, there was a hamper of baby stuff.  "I have to have it!" said Hannah, with her usual new-mother-MBA-graduate aggression.  So we got it.  Included in there, along with a voucher and some organic nappy cream, was a baby bouncer.  Not the type that the baby happily reclines in, no.  The type you attach to the ceiling and dangle your cherub from, like a torture device.

Pete is now four months old, but we've been told with premies you have to always calculate their "adjusted" age, from his original due date.  So he's two months old, but we believe things like medical expertise of doctors shouldn't hold him back.  He's not exactly holding his own head up, although his rolls of fat form a natural neck brace, but what better way to encourage development than bouncing him up and down for a few hours every day?

Assembly of the device was reasonably straightforward, and we found a suitable lintel to clamp the contraption to.  Then the baby was fitted and we waited for him to...do stuff.  That stuff turned out to be looking confused, although not screaming, but Mummy was soon on hand to encourage him by doing the bouncing for him.  This is how it starts - next she'll be writing his school essays.

Helps baby reach 3 developmental milestones, smile, and become more ethnically diverse!

Construction begins.

Um, what's the point of this thing if you can't leave them unattended?

In he goes...

...although the addition of a couple of blankets behind to bolster him helped a lot.



Come on, Pete, make an effort!

Finally: screaming because he wants to go faster!  Or just screaming.