Holy Cannoli! What happened to our baby? If I weren't her own mother, I'd swear someone was slipping steroids in her bottles!
I think we're getting pretty darn close to the "maximum capacity" for our trusty friend, the baby swing. The swing's always had a soothing drone to it, but now that drone is accampanied by some creaks and squeaks -- ruh roh! That can't be good. It won't be much longer that we graduate from the swing and move on to other modes of movement.