Ruby was born, she cried and she kinda never stopped. Love her to death, little dimples, runny poops and all, but she is what is commonly classified by Dr. Sears as a "high needs baby". Some call her spoiled, some call her a tyrant, some call her fussy and some don't even know what to call her.
After months of debating whether or not to get an electric swing to soothe her, help her sleep and give my arms and back a break, we found one at the thrift store on base. This was particularly helpful since we didn't know how she would react to it and we didn't want to make it a big investment. I was secretly worried that I might depend on this fabulous contraption a bit too much, neglecting her real needs in the process. Oh really? She did fall fast asleep the first go with it, and that was about it. She soon figured out that this silly plastic bucket is not as fun to sleep with as mom.
It now sits in the kitchen with toys hooked to it so that she can watch me do dishes and laundry for short bursts at a time. Don't be deceived by the smile you see in the swing, that was coaxed out of her! So...if anyone needs a fairly new swing, gently used and in great condition...