When I first received the Bumbo seat as a baby gift, we looked at the amorphous foam mass and asked “What on earth did they get us?” Luckily, my mother happened to be nearby to praise the Bumbo seat. Apparently my niece had loved the Bumbo seat when she was younger, and my sister-in-law couldn’t praise it enough. Although my baby still had his umbilical cord attached and I could never have imagined him smiling – let alone sitting – we stored it away under his crib. I must admit, we didn’t have great expectations for it.
Lo and behold, several months later my little wobble-head started holding his head up consistently. Out came the Bumbo seat, and in went my little guy. At first, he looked confused, then burst into tears. My husband looked like he wanted to burn this device that had saddened his little boy, but I still held out hope. A few days later (when my husband was out), I let my son try it again. Eureka! He loved it. I could play games with him or let him explore toys in a more comfortable position. Even his daddy gave in and encouraged him to sit in it. The little guy seemed to love his new perspective on the world.