Dear Bouncy Seat-
I don’t think I tell you often enough how much I love you.
I do.
Now that my second child is starting to want to sit up out of you, I know it will be time to retire you to your post in the basement. It will be a sad day for me, when you’re no longer a part of our daily routine. But you’ve served us well.
You held my firstborn while I navigated the new terrain of parenthood. When she had reflux and needed to sit at an incline, you had the perfect touch. The first time she had the stomach flu, you held her upright all night while I slept on the floor beside you.
Then her sister came along. You cradled my baby while my arms were busy holding her sister. Your music made her smile her biggest smile and reaching for your little animals helped her figure out how to work her precious little fingers.
You’ve held both my babies while I showered, peed, cooked, cleaned, played, and (rarely) napped. You’ve followed us on vacations, to grandparents house, and to every room in our home.
I can’t imagine raising a child without you. So here’s to you, bouncy seat, baby snuggler extraordinaire. You rock. (Actually, you bounce, but you know what I mean.)