My son is wiggling about in his Baby Papasan. What is a papasan, you ask? The Papasan (by Fisher Price) is, more or less, a luxury hammock, wrapped cozily in sheepskin. (Not to worry: no small, curly-haired, four-legged creatures were harmed in the making of this papasan—the sheepskin is faux.) The sheepskin is coordinated with a soft, sage green, leaf-patterned cotton fabric that is welcoming and appropriate to either gender. Truly a chic, fashionable accessory, the sage green suggests a jade tone and the subtle leaf pattern evokes a feng shui sensibility. However, paramount are the chair’s electronic functions; not only does the Baby Papasan vibrate, but it plays a medley of eight calming, classical favorites. One may choose to vibrate, listen to music, or, Baby Joseph’s favorite, vibrate and listen to classical music. Have I even mentioned the detachable velvet blanket and accompanying stuffed bunny?
The Papasan goes everywhere our baby goes. Once the car is packed with only the essentials one small infant might need on a road trip (a.k.a.: a veritable minivan’s worth), the Papasan folds flat, is packed last, so, upon our destination, it may be opened first.
An ever-so-popular baby-shower gift, we received the vibrating chair at, ahem, a shower. The givers, good friends, neighbors, and parents of a one-year-old, swore by it. We were reticent at first. In our last trimester, still childless, innocent of the world we were about to enter, we held our noses high at such “pseudo-babysitters,” imagining we would not hold our child anywhere but in our arms. And then Baby Joseph arrived, and while thrilled to finally hold our little bundle of joy in our arms, we were exhausted.
When my husband, also Joseph, finally set it up, we both agreed that the airline industry would be revolutionized if they would only furnish all flights with a Papasan for every passenger. The addition of the Papasans would not only improve ticket sales, but the airlines could also save money on drinks and snacks, and possibly improve employee morale and retention, as even the crankiest, most unmanageable, or boisterous flyer would settle immediately into a deep, restful sleep.
If our son may be considered a reliable testimony, sleep is inevitable indeed. The Papasan rivals only a car ride for its sleep-inducing properties. Well, to be honest, the Papasan most often produces a sizeable bowel movement from him as well, but I maintain that is an additional testament to the measure of relaxation provided.
Every month, we let out the restraining straps for his ever-more-kissable belly and lengthening, chubby little limbs. What will we do when he outgrows it? Is there life after Papasan?