Some more kiddy stuff today. Reluctantly, I’m trying to get rid of the baby carrier. It retired a long time ago but the memory of my kids in it, snuggling up against me, is still vivid. Well, that’s what I’ve been telling myself.
The reality was a little bit different, I remembered today when taking the carrier out of storage. My daughter was happily carried around in the same type of carrier for over two years, which I had borrowed from a friend. It was a lifesaver and we both loved it. The carrier in the picture I got for my son, fully expecting the same outcome. He didn’t turn out to be a snuggler though. As far as I remember, after five or six months, I regularly got punched in the face or poked in the eye by him as he was desperately trying to wriggle out of his confinement, most certainly anxious to miss out on something.