- Cloth wet wipes freeze into a solid brick when left in a car on a cold night.
- Bad books at consignment stores must be purchased. My husband needs good fire-starter.
- I can spend too much money when Norah is asleep on my back and I’m wandering around a store for an hour and a half because I don’t want to wake her up to put her in the car.
- My niece, Ryleigh, has the most twinkly (or is it “twinkliest?”) eyes on the planet.
- Husbands are oh-so-handy for repairing chair legs and opening wine bottles when someone breaks the corkscrew in the cork. And, had to add one more–just in–finding creative ways to conserve energy in the house.
- Baskets make fabulous roller skates.
Tag Archives: Babywearing
Granted, um, she probably doesn’t read my blog. Still.
Today at the mega-store-which-shall-remain-unnamed (it was the closest place to buy printer ink), I saw a mom in the parking lot. She was parked next to me. I had Norah wrapped on my back. She was juggling two small children and leaning into her car to pull out an infant in a carseat carrier.
I commented on her adorable son who was wearing a superhero costume complete with cape. Very snazzy.
She commented on my wrap. Very clever.
I said something stupid like, “Looks like you could use one. Those things are so heavy to lug around.” Why? Why did I feel the need to say that? Why didn’t I go get a shopping cart for her instead? I had been working on babywearing pros all day in preparation for my Babywearing 101 class tonight and it warped my brain or something. I am sorry. I am an idiot.
If you see her, please tell her, ok?
Today was babywearing day which is Norah’s big social event of each month. The Clemson group lasted four hours this time! Our spur-of-the-moment topic (great to have two procrastinators as leaders) was “How to Get A Baby on Your Back.” There was much slinging and tossing of tots. We made a new friend. The hit of the Clemson group was Jackson’s tin of wooden pineapples.
The Greenville group topic was “Wearing Your Podaegi” (because we all have a podaegi lying around, right?). Carey showed us different ways to use the podaegi. Kawani brought her boys’ playsilks and Norah brought hers.
The kids ran about with various capes, skirts, togas looking like a blissful band of gypsies. I really didn’t believe Norah would play with the silks. In the astounding way only a child can be, she becomes incredibly creative with the way she uses them: sling, baby, water, campfire, lion mane, hat, dress, hiding place. I’m sold.
Scott and I spent what was left of the evening with our new ritual–watching Heroes on Netflix and eating popcorn (made on the stove with coconut oil and sea salt–mmm mmm good). I cannot believe I’m hooked on a TV series. This is what comes of reading too much nonfiction. I’m hungry for story.