Michael hasn't always loved his swing. Liked, yes. Loved, no. Until recently.
When he was a baby and we put him in the swing, he would love it for about five minutes at a time. When he could crawl under it, he liked trying to figure out how it worked - and watching it swing above him. Once he got too big for it, we kept it in the living room to block the rock fireplace (because the paranoid Momma worried he'd hit his head). He ignored the swing for a few months, and recently decided he absolutely LOVES it!
Climbing in...
Buckling up (or pretending to)...
Chillin'...
Climbing out.
Repeat until Daddy gets tired of holding it steady.
When he was a baby and we put him in the swing, he would love it for about five minutes at a time. When he could crawl under it, he liked trying to figure out how it worked - and watching it swing above him. Once he got too big for it, we kept it in the living room to block the rock fireplace (because the paranoid Momma worried he'd hit his head). He ignored the swing for a few months, and recently decided he absolutely LOVES it!
Climbing in...
Buckling up (or pretending to)...
Chillin'...
Climbing out.
Repeat until Daddy gets tired of holding it steady.
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