Annie had a pretty high fever again, so we had an excuse to watch movies and cuddle all afternoon. Here’s Annie, in the crook of my arm, watching Finding Nemo and twirling her hair. As one of my mom-friends confessed, the way toddlers behave when they’re truly sick makes you sort of understand Munchausen syndrome by proxy.
Bryan and I impulse-bought this fellow out on a date night about 9 months ago, having wandered into Toy Joy after a couple of beers and been beguiled by his round and bouncy charms. He’s apparently quite popular in Japan, and specially patterned for some significant anniversary. Suitable for ages 3 and up. The first time we put 18-month-old Annie on it, she promptly pitched off and hit her forehead on a door frame.
Recently, however, her legs have grown long enough to reach the ground around him, and she has caught onto the bouncing. I named him Rumpus McBumpus, but Annie calls him “Rabumpus Rabumpus.” She requests, “Some Rabumpus time maybe?”, rides him like a mechanical bull, and then obligingly hops off so that Paul can have a turn. Paul also loves Rabumpus though we have learned our baby lesson and keep a firm hold on him during his rides.
Ladies and gentlemen, Rumpus McBumpus.