I love those bouncy things. We had one when my son of the same name was a baby—he would bounce and bounce and bounce, and then we’d notice that while the bouncer was still bouncing, he’d have assumed this “Help?” [removed]“I’m bouncing and bouncing and I can’t stop!)
I don’t know if anything anyone has ever written could be as charming as photos of your baby boy.
I love those bouncy things. We had one when my son of the same name was a baby—he would bounce and bounce and bounce, and then we’d notice that while the bouncer was still bouncing, he’d have assumed this “Help?” [removed]“I’m bouncing and bouncing and I can’t stop!)
He is, to this day, a surpassingly bouncy guy.