What, you don't celebrate?
Not even with the traditional tossing of the pacifiers and the running of the house cats? The warm milk chug? Or the ceremonial smearing of the Desitin?
Well, there's always next year.
In observance of the holidays, I dug this two year old picture out from under a pile of digital files.
Some of you know, or have gleaned, that Proximo will not be separated from me unless under duress or when presented with an approved mother substitute. (Hint: if you are reading this blog you are not an approved mother substitute, not even O.H.) I wore him like a really cute accessory for at least a year; it was the only way I could do housework or cook. Unlike other accessories, he keeps growing and getting better. Also, talking to me.
(If my purse talked to me I'd flush the rest of those root canal Lortabs for sure.)
We used two types of baby carry type items: a wrap sling and a tube sling. I'm wearing the tube sling above--it's a Hotsling and is sized to your body. I have a wrap sling, which is one size fits all, and you tie it all kinds of fancy ninja-like ways.
So the next time you're thinking, "I'd like to wear something, but this gold necklace, cocktail ring, and earring set just isn't enough," may I suggest a baby?
More on babywearing here.