When Dylan first started in his Fisher-Price Jumperoo, he was content standing. He would play with a few things, spread his saliva on every dry part, and just hang out. I decided that’s how he was. Whether you mean to or not, you keep trying to figure out who your kid is, and what they are all about. I decided mine wasn’t a jumper, and there was nothing wrong with that. I’d still love him. Three weeks later, he jumps. He jumps if happy or sad, and based on the picture below, he dreams of jumping. By the way, if you’re curious I don’t mind the safari-themed music, and I do sometimes hear it, even when it’s not playing.