I got this for my birthday.
Not perfume. No jewelry. Not a new outfit.
And I don't care.
Yeah, I'm a Mom. It's not all about me anymore.
This thing totally rocks. She loves it. She lays under it, squeaking and waving her arms and looking at herself in the mirror until she passes out from exhaustion.
I sit nearby, eating chocolate, reading blogs, folding diapers, watching TV, and not trying to soothe a baby who's crying and fussing for no apparent reason.
At least today. (I make no promises about tomorrow.)
Oh, and did I tell you the best part? The mat is machine washable (for those spit up stains. She's already christened it. Twice.)
PS: Thanks for all the birthday wishes!