Maybe I Should Start a Franchise

Our living room has become a baby Curves. Just walking from the hall to the front door requires deft maneuvering through the circuit course created by Avery’s Exersaucer, Baby Einstein gym, Johnny Jump-Up and cradle swing.

Now that Avery’s nearly six months old, she craves constant sensory input. So I spend a lot of time at home shuttling her from one apparatus to the next, frantically folding laundry or putting away dishes before she reaches the limits of her 30-second attention span and starts fussing in protest. It actually works out great. She has fun, I get the house clean, and we both get plenty of exercise.