You know those days where you feel like you can't get out of your own way? Dishes pile up faster than you can wash them. You walk into a room only to forget what you came in for. You're still in your pajamas at 10am. And noon. Okay, and maybe you never actually get out of your pajamas. Those days seem to happen more when you have a two month old and a two year old.
I have absolutely no idea what I would do without my wrap. What do people do that don't use baby carriers? I mean, seriously, I couldn't possibly get a thing done without packing Viv into the Moby and plugging along through my daily duties. My normally peaceful and charming girl has been somewhat of a grump these last few days and it's amazing how cuddling her into the wrap and just walking a few laps around the house can instantly turn a miserable, howling babe back into the sweet, little snuggler I love.
I always go back to my observation while living in Guatemala, that I so rarely heard babies cry there. And I also rarely saw a baby lying down by itself; they're always being carried, whether by moms, siblings, aunts, cousins... It's funny how I'll often try myriad other things: bouncing, singing, distraction etc. before I put her in her Moby where she instantly calms down and I wonder, "Why didn't I try that first?" It must remind them of the womb, being all snuggled in like that, warm and close to your heart beat and the rise and fall of your breath, lulled by the sway of your step. And I must admit, I love having her so close, her tiny body all curled up close, her silky soft head near enough to kiss. It really is the perfect arrangement for both of us. Though sometimes on those all-day-pajama-days I wish someone would carry me around like that!