Jumparoo

Our friends Dan and Michelle and the twins came over for lunch today, and they brought a new batch of hand-me-down clothes and toys with them. The toy we were most excited about was the Jumparoo, which we knew was heading our way once Sierra & Max started growing tired of it. ("We" obviously means "Steph and I" in this context, since Evan had no clue they were coming... or what a Jumparoo is... or who Dan and Michelle and Sierra and Max are.) The twins' reaction when they saw it in our house instead of theirs raises the question of whether they were really tired of it, but Dan and Michelle wanted to reclaim a few more square feet of their living room and we were happy to help.

We didn't end up putting Evan in the Jumparoo until later in the evening (too much going on with the extra kids around, I guess), but he certainly seemed to enjoy his inaugural experience:

Doesn't he remind you of the Lord of the Dance?

Later on we figured out how to put batteries in the orange bear on the front (a more complicated operation than you might expect) to make it sing. Evan seemed to like this almost as much as he liked being in the Jumparoo in the first place (if you click on the picture to zoom in you can see him sticking his tongue out, which is his version of the big smile):