Jolly Jumper Installation

I hate when you buy things on line that say “some assembly required.” That means getting out the tool box and grabbing the stud finder that my husband had to buy but never seems to use. It means an hour of pouring over the instructions, muttering a few curse words, and some trial and error attempts. This describes me in front of a jolly jumper for the baby. He will love it to death—what kid doesn’t want to bounce around. But it is going to tax my patience getting there.

I wanted to save a few dollars so I bought the kit version. It seemed a simple enough device so I didn’t expect much trouble. I tore open the box with anticipation and laid out dozens of pieces. The big ones were no problem: the seat, some rods and springs, and the like. But there were all kinds of little nuts and bolts. Fortunately I wouldn’t have to paint anything, but as for the rest, I was dumbstruck.

The instructions were not, in fact, in English. Are you kidding me! Who has a dictionary lying around the house in Chinese! Really. This was the living end. I had always been able to do this sort of minimal assembly in the past. I am handy around the house. I fix things on a regular base, hence the tool box filled with implements of varied need.

Well, I stared for a long time as you can well imagine. Then I started to follow the bizarre diagrams hoping that the part I was holding in my hand matched the odd photos. They didn’t look the same to me! I puzzled and pored over the project for some time. Finally, after three hours of manual and mental labor, I had arrived. The jolly jumper was done, ready to use, cute as a button.

It seemed small but was supposed to be a standard size for a toddler. I didn’t doubt that and stood content towering over the bouncer. The kid better enjoy this to death or it will be a matter of mine. I will die from aggravation.

I asked my neighbor if I could borrow her little daughter for the trial run. She was older and more experienced so I thought it would be safe enough and also let me know how a kid would proceed once ensconced on the seat. She obliged. The tot was hesitant at first. I guess her bouncer was a bit different; but she started slowly to rise up and down. Then she went faster and faster, really getting into the act. I was delighted and beamed a wide smile.

I expect some good usage of the jolly bouncer after all my effort. I also expect to make, or assemble I should say, more things in the future having this success behind me. I have gained some confidence in my handywoman role and am ready to tackle some new challenges. There is nothing like success to motivate you to brandish a drill and wrench. I can save money in the process and keep my budget intact.