Swing Envy

Some things from childhood don't change.  Sometimes all you need to hear is how much somebody else likes something for you to start liking it.



We had borrowed my SIL's baby swing, and I loved it.  I didn't want to give it back when the time came.



But I knew we had this swing in the attic, and although I had made up my mind that I didn't like it, we went ahead and got it down to give it a shot.  Lucy was not a swing baby.  I guess I had subconsciously decided that if the swing had been good enough, Lucy would have liked it.

 

All it took was a meeting of our small group and hearing all the other moms sing this swing's praises, and I was sold!  It's a great swing.  The best.  How did I dislike it so much before? Silly.



Lucy has proven my point precisely.  Whereas a year ago she wanted nothing to do with this swing, now that it's Elliot's swing, it's the most happening place to be.

Thank the good Lord - Elliot is a swing baby.