I love baby-wearing. It makes me proud to see other moms do it as well. When V was around 1 or 2 months, I used to wear her all the time – at home and outside. She was so good she would sleep through anything, even with me paying basketball with Z.
Nowadays all she wants to do is be part of everthing that is going on. I could clearly see that she is tired because her eyes get droopy but she fights closing her eyes. Sometimes I have to take the nursing cover and wear it to shield her vision. Within minutes she is asleep.
I remember a time when Z used to dislike getting his hands dirty. That was a long time ago, it seems. Now he will happily squish things in his hands until they ooze out from between his fingers. Here he is playing with shaving cream at Roywood. He was enjoying himself so much he wanted to spread the cream on his arms too.