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So I'm walking him through our basic routine this week, and next week I can go with them or not, whatever. Yay for time off!
Oh, I'll probably go with them every day. But I have the *option* to not do so, or (more likely what I'll do) to skip out early.
So today we visited the Met (holiday Monday!), and, of course, every good exhibit was closed. I stuck Ana in the brand-new Kanga (trying to get used to it, and I'd rather do that with Ana than with the baby, thanks very much), and discovered another reason I like slings:
The kid can't see anything in the stroller. They can't see most of the exhibits at the Met, they can't see above people's butts in the real world, they're right with all the cigarette smoke and car fumes and all....
Of course, most children have this problem when walking, too, being so short - but assuming I don't have anything to prevent me from using a sling, I think I prefer that as my default option. It's nice. And it's easier to talk to a child when you don't have to hoist them up or bend down every time.
Last week or the week before, I had two opportunities to push another kid in a stroller (Su and Elliot, if you're curious), and... lemme tell you, it felt weird. That's not a judgment call. There are so many things I get judgmental over, judging people for using strollers is a bit of a low priority*. But... wow, did it ever feel weird. I couldn't see them, and I couldn't talk to them easily, and I felt I was about to bump into people (though that last one is probably because I'm a bit of a klutz about things like this, and routinely bump into things when pushing objects like dollies and shopping carts and, I suppose, strollers). Very weird.
*Meaning it comes somewhere *above* judging people for how they dress or speak, but somewhere *below* judging people for killing others in cold blood. Just so we're clear on that. I know it's a wide range, but I try not to be pinned down.
(Oh, if you're curious, the kanga? Carried her on my side, and it was great - didn't kill my arm *or* my shoulder, as the mei-tai will eventually do if I wear it too long (especially on my side) now that the baby's gotten heavier.)
Oh, I'll probably go with them every day. But I have the *option* to not do so, or (more likely what I'll do) to skip out early.
So today we visited the Met (holiday Monday!), and, of course, every good exhibit was closed. I stuck Ana in the brand-new Kanga (trying to get used to it, and I'd rather do that with Ana than with the baby, thanks very much), and discovered another reason I like slings:
The kid can't see anything in the stroller. They can't see most of the exhibits at the Met, they can't see above people's butts in the real world, they're right with all the cigarette smoke and car fumes and all....
Of course, most children have this problem when walking, too, being so short - but assuming I don't have anything to prevent me from using a sling, I think I prefer that as my default option. It's nice. And it's easier to talk to a child when you don't have to hoist them up or bend down every time.
Last week or the week before, I had two opportunities to push another kid in a stroller (Su and Elliot, if you're curious), and... lemme tell you, it felt weird. That's not a judgment call. There are so many things I get judgmental over, judging people for using strollers is a bit of a low priority*. But... wow, did it ever feel weird. I couldn't see them, and I couldn't talk to them easily, and I felt I was about to bump into people (though that last one is probably because I'm a bit of a klutz about things like this, and routinely bump into things when pushing objects like dollies and shopping carts and, I suppose, strollers). Very weird.
*Meaning it comes somewhere *above* judging people for how they dress or speak, but somewhere *below* judging people for killing others in cold blood. Just so we're clear on that. I know it's a wide range, but I try not to be pinned down.
(Oh, if you're curious, the kanga? Carried her on my side, and it was great - didn't kill my arm *or* my shoulder, as the mei-tai will eventually do if I wear it too long (especially on my side) now that the baby's gotten heavier.)
