The Art of Baby Wearing

If you don't already know, babies like to be held...a lot. You rock, you bounce and you pat their bum while they are in your arms and they are super happy, almost asleep. Score! You think, I'll put him in his swing and get some work done. Yea right. The minute you put them down, it's like all hell has broken loose. So, for the past few days, I've tried to perfect my baby wearing abilities. I have to say, Miles and I are getting pretty good at it!

Huge thank you to Elizabeth who donated her old sling to Miles!

These slings mimic how babies felt in the belly and help comfort them when you feel like NOTHING will make them happy. Miles really likes to be in the sling. We walk around a bit and the bouncing/movement puts him right to sleep. I have not, however, perfected the art of taking him out without totally waking him up. We're still working on that...

This morning, he was having a hard time calming down, so I had a brilliant idea to break out the stroller and go for a walk. It's not often that it's decently comfortable outside. At 86, I'd say that's about as comfortable as we're going to get in Austin in the middle of August. My brilliant idea quickly blew up in my face. The minute I told Miles we were going for a "walk," Lucy started getting super excited, running around the house, barking, thinking she would get to go. No chance pup. First time with the stroller... I wasn't about to tack on holding a dog too.

Wellll... Lucy must have known something I hadn't figured out yet. Miles did NOT like the stroller. I tried strolling in the house to get him used to it, but he wasn't having it. So, my solution? You guessed it. The sling. And guess who got spoiled and came too? Yup...Lucy. Lucky dog.

For the record, 86 is still really hot. Especially when you have a heat producing human attached to you. Cue the sweat.