Banburian Jumping Bean

A few weeks ago when my parents took me shopping …again… they surprised my by putting me in this very interesting contraption. It had a lot of the same characters that I see on my playmat, but I didn’t have to be on my back. Nope, I got to stand in it. In fact, I didn’t just get to stand in it, but I got to bounce! It was AMAZING.

And instead of that, they bought me a door bouncer.

OB - Original Bouncer

Now, do not get me wrong. I’m not complaining here. Not really. The door bouncer gives me freedom. At least a sense of freedom. It gives me ideas of what independence tastes like. But… I can’t go anywhere, and if I turn around, it turns me back … and it doesn’t make elephant noises.

To make matters worse, they took me to another store and put me in the contraption again. And as the last time, I loved it!

And then AGAIN! Were they not convinced that I liked it? I think I look pretty convincing here..

Boing Boing from Kirsty B on Vimeo.

All of this teasing was like torture. This time when my Daddy took me out, I cried. They figured I was hungry and tired, and okay I may have been a little, but really, I just wanted to bounce.

Little did I know that whilst I was yelling at them from my stroller, they were getting me my very own Rainforest Jumperoo!!

I had a little go when we got home that evening, but to be honest I was too tired to properly enjoy it. However, I was so happy that I felt like I could fly. And in fact, when I put on my magical pyjamas it appeared that I really could..


(Man, am I ever going to be embarrassed when I am big and I realise that the world has seen my Mommy kiss me. But secretly I’ll be happy because I know she does it because she loves me really)

Yesterday they took me to a BBQ and once again it was torture. No, there was no Jumperoo. It was worse. There was food. LOTS of food. LOTS and LOTS of food that I was not allowed to have. So I concocted a plan. I pretended that I was sleepy, right about the time that I am supposed to go to bed and I even had a quick nap. But when they brought me home and tried to put me in the crib… HAHAHA.. the joke was on them! I woke right up and showed them that I had no intention of sleeping. Nuh uh… I was ready to JUMP!!!

And jump I did…

Post Bedtime Work Out

I loved it. I loved it loved it loved it… and drooled like a mad man in appreciation of the chance to JUMP JUMP JUMP.

But then my Parents won. I jumped so much I wore myself out quickly and wanted nothing more than my bed where I dreamt of bouncing around and spinning things and red parrots. That dastardly thing.


Nois (or No-Ahh) Gras

Snippet of a conversation held in our house over the weekend whilst my Daddy was feeding me (via a bottle, people!).

Daddy: I feel like I am making Human Fois Gras

Mommy: No-Ah Gras!

They thought it was hilarious. I didn’t get it. I still don’t, but apparently it has something to do with the fact that I sometimes fall asleep mid-burping. They say it like it’s a bad thing!

Mid Burp

What a life!

If you ask me, they’re just jealous!