When I was growing up, my dad installed a swing between the laundry room and the sewing room. This way, my mom could entertain me or my sister while she ironed or did the laundry. I haven't gone so far as to start ironing, but Ed did install a swing in the laundry room so Helen can hang out a safe distance above the floor downstairs. A floor, I might add, that is completely cluttered with marbles, coins, and trains. Not the best place for a baby who enjoys putting everything she can into her mouth.