I would be a different parent if I wasn’t babywearing my kids. My firstborn hated her pram, so walks were just not happening. She would start wailing and crying the second her back touched the pram. And there was the young dog, puppy almost who really needed a daily dose of exercise. Plus I love forests, long walks in the woods. The long, long, humid silence broken by an occasional bird squeak. Forest paths are not very compatible with prams (actually, come to think of it *I* am not really compatible with pram. Too big and bulky and complicated. I’m a simple woman). Babywearing makes so many things possible and I mean the smallest things. Even just vacuuming the floor. Or photographing. So yes, I can say with confidence if it wasn’t for babywearing I would be a very frustrated parent. It gave me the freedom to continue the lifestyle I was used to. Plus I love being close to my babies like that. Smell the top of the head. Feel the soft snuggle when they fall asleep. See the joy when they are looking at treetops. It’s so beautiful and practical and simple. And it has some obvious appeal to the small ones. The big sis requested her own carrier for the doll. There, I’m raising the next generation of babywearers. Which is good I suppose.
I might have made a tiny mei-tai carrier after this walk. I might have been just teeny-tiny, slightly and little bit annoyed by the fact that I ended up carrying the doll (because MOOOOM, it’s slipping off!!! My baby will drop!). Which made taking pictures of this glorious mist impossible. I might have… and in fact I did.