When my cousin Erica lent us her baby swing, we had no idea how invaluable it would become. Motion (the car, going on a walk, or being in the swing) soothes Trevor and puts him to sleep. Sometimes, the swing is our saving grace for a moment of sanity after much fussing and crying. It also allows us to eat dinner, pick-up, or catch a quick catnap - of course the music option leaves us with "The Farmer in the Dell" playing over and over in our heads.
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