The cheese stands…and swings alone.

here we are again…swinging. Sure, you might be tired of seeing me swing, and to be honest, I WAS getting a little tired of it as well. You see, mom and dad are a bit paranoid about my safety and falling on my head and dying and such, so they don’t let me have too much fun when I’m out and about. An example of this is how they let me “swing”. Generally speaking, they put me in the seat and let me hang there like a dead slab of meat…not all that thrilling. So, what’s a girl to do when mom and dad are buzz kills? You have to make your own momentum! First, you lean as far forward as you can, pull your legs way in and your swing will slowly move back. Then, when you get to the back of your swing, you throw out your legs and lean back with all your baby-might and weeeeeee! Slowly, as you repeat this over and over again, you are swinging on your own! Who needs parents!