Jumping Jonah!

Jonah is absolutely crazy for his new Jumperoo (yet another one of those ridiculous-looking baby contraptions I thought we'd never get but am glad we did).  He just loves it.  Check it out:

Note that this particular video shows Jonah playing relatively tamely in the Jumperoo... until the end at least.

My only issue with this thing now is that it's hard to get (or keep) him out of it.  When he's in it, generally speaking, he's jumping, he's bouncing, he's laughing, he's squealing with delight.  His feet fly up and down over the floor with the grace of Mikhail Baryshnikov.  He throws his arms up as if he's enjoying the thrill of a roller coaster, and he slams them down with grand smacks of approval.  He grabs at the toys attached to the tray that surrounds him, spins them, pulls them, inspects them intently with his eyes.  And he smiles!  Oh, those smiles!

All that, of course, means that not only does he want to be in it often but his dad and I also find it unexpectedly rewarding to see him in it.

My motherly reservations about allowing plastic monstrosities to essentially babysit one's children aside, I'm happy that my darling baby's happy, and I'm gratified that with this single gift from his grandparents, we seem to have satisfied much of his current and urgent desire for more independence and mobility.