But Jonathan's size presents a problem: he cries when you sit down--or stop moving for that matter. Not always, of course, but often enough that somehow between three adults taking care of him we manage to all feel like our arms are going to fall off. Walk, walk, shift weight, shift weight, dance, dance... he's not picky as long as he (and by default, you) is moving. How does someone so little have such strong opinions?
Enter our good friends, John and Jenna. John (whom I WILL nominate for the Nobel Prize) saw me haggardly bouncing Jonathan after church and suggested his solution for when his kids wouldn't let him sit: a yoga ball. Genius! They move, you sit. Everyone wins. The next day Fabio was on a mission to find a yoga ball somewhere in Singapore. He came home with the amazing big silver ball which of course cost three times what it would in the U.S.
It was worth every penny, and not a minute too soon with all sorts of extra benefits we didn't anticipate. He falls asleep faster and deeper with it, it rolls into to any room in the house, it lets us rest our legs and arms, and it wipes clean with water!
He moves, We sit. Everyone wins.