Necessity is The Mother of Invention, Yet Again

With babies comes a whole new list of swear words.  For me, the top one right now: GAS.  Things ramped up two days ago, and they haven't settled down, and its all thanks to that one ugly little word.
My GOD, the crying and the screaming.  Amelia's vocal cords reach a whole new pitch, which tweaks something deep in my heart, and an urgent message is sent to my brain: "Fix this. NOW!"

Bouncing is the fix-it solution.  Baby can either be bounced in someone's arms, or bounced in an apparatus.  Choose whatever you like, but during a gas attack, baby must not be still, or screaming will commence.   I have a baby swing, but it doesn't bounce, just sways back and forth.  And carrying all the time isn't practical- we would need a livingroom full of grandmothers to keep her jiggled and happy in someone's arms whenever the dreaded gas attacks.

So Noanie and I built our own bouncing baby seat.  Behold:

Half a jolly jumper + 1 car seat = pure genius.  The best part? This is my bedroom doorframe, and though you can't see it, there is a long leash attached to the bottom of the car seat that runs through an O-ring on the floor, and the leash reaches my bed.  This means I can bounce her while laying down at night. 

That's right. Amelia sleeps in this thing for about 3-4 hours, usually between midnight and 3 a.m. Its not a bassinette or a crib, the two places babies are "supposed" to sleep at night but man, judge not lest ye be saddled with a gassy baby.