We bought the ERGObaby Performance edition last Christmas just before flying out to Trinidad. I begged to have it as my Christmas present. Laurence called me boring but it’s been one of the most useful bits of baby kit we’ve owned. It’s practically an extension of us. I’ve been getting more into wrapping recently but having a quality structured carrier has been worth far more than what we spent on it. At any rate, Laurence is unwilling to wrap, preferring the ease and buckles of the ERGO. That’s fine. I
Scared to fly with a baby A week ago I did something I’d sworn I’d never do again – take a baby on a plane. On my own. I didn’t even blog about the last time I did it, when she was six months old, because it really was that awful. At fourteen months it could only be worse. OK, no, I take that back. It could have been much worse the time before. She didn’t cry the whole way but she was on the verge a lot of the
When I bought my first baby sling the salesperson recommended it on the basis that I was planning to get into babywearing “seriously”. She neglected to tell me that the thing about slings is this: once you’ve mastered one, you want to try them all. So, with a stretchy and a woven wrap both securely part of our lives, I was excited to give an altogether different kind of baby carrier a go. Enter theBabaSling – a hammock style carrier and the newest addition to my addiction. Sign up to
When I heard that this week was International Babywearing Week, my first thought was that some people take pieces of cloth a little too seriously. A public awareness week for slings, carriers and such things? Really? But actually, I can’t believe how passionate I’ve become about the subject myself. What began as a mode of transport has become a lifestyle for Talitha and me. She has, quite literally, attached herself to me. Back in April I asked for a woven wrap for my birthday merely as an alternative to the
My daughter hates tummy time. I know, I should probably be a good mother and push her to achieve her developmental goals. But you know what? Life is too short for those ten minutes she’s supposed to be on her tummy. For a start, when is this tummy time supposed to happen? She’s never awake for more than two or three hours and she spends about an hour of that feeding. See where I’m going with this? Tummy time equals baby puke. Not worth it. Sign up to my newsletter
All well and good but d’ya mean I have to have this girl on my breast every waking (and often, sleeping) hour? I love her, I enjoy her but if I can’t do the laundry or fix myself something to eat, I’ll go a little mad.