The Bumper Blues

I have been afflicted with the bumper blues. Let me explain. Lately, I feel like my son has been growing up at an insanely fast speed. Like, whoa! I was rocking him the other night, and I nearly felt ridiculous! His body was draped across my body, and practically hanging over both arms of the rocking chair!

So, two things have happened. Number one, my son is now officially too big (actually, I should say too heavy) for his swing. This is really tragic, because now he just about never naps, and thus Mommy gets just about nothing done. Yesterday, my husband went traipsing up into the attic with the swing, and now there is this big, gaping hole in my son's room where his swing used to be. Sad.

And--where my infliction gets its namesake--the bumper to his crib was getting destroyed. (By destroyed, I mean kicked, pummeled, punched, yanked, and torn to shreds with the actual stuffing coming out.) So, I had to wash it, and fold it, and put it in the linen closet.

No swing + no nap + no bumper + earlier wake up time = the bumper blues.