a jumper-what?

Before Kale was born I swore that I would not let my house become overrun with toys. I have photo's of myself as a child stacking canned soup and playing with pots and pans and I'm sure this is why I grew up with a healthy imagination. Yet here I sit in my living room, crowded in by swings and activity mats. The serene decor has been assualted by plastic, made in China, primary coloured stuff. We used to enjoy silence in the evenings and now we have our choice between a recorded monkey screeching or a staticy version of a babbling brook. All in the name of entertainment and learning, right? So why not add one more thing....

Yes, that would be a pillow under his feet. He can't reach the ground yet.

Kale loves the jumperoo. He has full on conversations with the monkey and the bird and there's even space for his best friend Sophie the Giraffe to hang out. He doesn't even have to lift her, he just lowers his face to chew on her legs. This is Kale's version of heaven. Oh, and it plays music and animal noises every time he bounces. Which is every four seconds. This, of course, is our version of hell.