Happy international week of babywearing... from four days new to this very day at twenty-months old I continue to wear my babe. I hoist him onto my back so we can visit "the girls" - the heavily pregnant dairy cows - I feel him breathing on my back, I watch his little arms extend and stroke the soft cow hair. I say to her, you know all about this carrying business don't you? She moos.
I know this won't last forever, so I treasure the carry. Weight, kick, giggle and all.