A change in habits...

Jordan used to love being carried in her Moby Wrap. I cooked dinner while wearing her, nursed her while pacing the house, kept her warm and cozy at Cub Scout pack meetings. It was great, keeping her happy and making my life easier. Then the heat wave came (and yes, I am aware that our version of a PNW heat wave is drastically different from those experienced by the south or east coast, but still- it was HOT!). I worried about all the stories of babies overheating in their slings and wraps, and gave her a break from the Moby for a couple weeks. Now she has no interest whatsoever in being worn. She wants her hands and legs free to wriggle, and to be constantly changing position and perspective. Great. I will give it another week and keep trying, but if she keeps refusing I may be forced to wear Tyler in it just to justify having the wrap :)

Raisin' them up right...

That's my boy. Approximately 45 minutes before he cleaned out all 3 groomsmen at our wedding, and got them drunk in the process. Kidding. I hope. After all, I wasn't there- I was busy throwing up from nerves in the bridal cabin. Who knows what happened while I was frantically trying to remove the faint smell of vomit from my dress?