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Usually, when we go out to dinner, we look at everything on the menu, see a thousand things we want to get, argue about it for a while (since we expect to share our food, it's important we don't pick things that nobody else will want to eat), and then finally say "if we're still hungry after eating this, we can come back and pick something else".
And you know what? We never are "still hungry". It's just a ploy to get us to shut up and order!
*rants and raves for a while*
So, I'm getting all excited about Jenn's new kid - kinda have to be, she's going to have my middle name, and anyway, I'll be watching her for a while - I'm doing all this research and all. I'm thinking Jenn doesn't have nearly enough sling styles. Those things are expensive, though. The best solution may be to buy fabric and make them ourselves - with luck, we can make some slings for Ana to wear as well, so she doesn't feel left out.
Let me just say something here: Strollers? So not worth it. When the baby *can't* walk, they're fairly light, and when they *can* walk - make them walk. (Hell, we even make Ana carry her own diapers, though in that case it's more a situation of "we can't stop her from wanting to carry a bag, so we fill her bag with her diapers".) There's no fun lugging a stroller up and down stairs to get into the subway, or onto a bus. So slings are definitely the way to go. (Unless, of course, you, y'know, can't.)
And that's my theory on child-rearing: Make them walk, and leave the stroller at home, because those things are a pain. It's not *much* of a theory on child-rearing, but I'm sure it's helpful to at least some people.
(Hopefully, not everyone, because I'm more than willing to beg for stuff, and begging for slings is one of them - though you may want to send used but still usable baby equipment to the New Orleans Hurricane victims.)
Oh, and, right. I feel cheated out of food I could've looked at and not eaten all those times we've gone out to dinner. Sniffle!
(I know this entry is lacking in substance, but everything in the world outside of my life is kinda bad right now, to the point that even *I* don't want to dwell on it.)
And you know what? We never are "still hungry". It's just a ploy to get us to shut up and order!
*rants and raves for a while*
So, I'm getting all excited about Jenn's new kid - kinda have to be, she's going to have my middle name, and anyway, I'll be watching her for a while - I'm doing all this research and all. I'm thinking Jenn doesn't have nearly enough sling styles. Those things are expensive, though. The best solution may be to buy fabric and make them ourselves - with luck, we can make some slings for Ana to wear as well, so she doesn't feel left out.
Let me just say something here: Strollers? So not worth it. When the baby *can't* walk, they're fairly light, and when they *can* walk - make them walk. (Hell, we even make Ana carry her own diapers, though in that case it's more a situation of "we can't stop her from wanting to carry a bag, so we fill her bag with her diapers".) There's no fun lugging a stroller up and down stairs to get into the subway, or onto a bus. So slings are definitely the way to go. (Unless, of course, you, y'know, can't.)
And that's my theory on child-rearing: Make them walk, and leave the stroller at home, because those things are a pain. It's not *much* of a theory on child-rearing, but I'm sure it's helpful to at least some people.
(Hopefully, not everyone, because I'm more than willing to beg for stuff, and begging for slings is one of them - though you may want to send used but still usable baby equipment to the New Orleans Hurricane victims.)
Oh, and, right. I feel cheated out of food I could've looked at and not eaten all those times we've gone out to dinner. Sniffle!
(I know this entry is lacking in substance, but everything in the world outside of my life is kinda bad right now, to the point that even *I* don't want to dwell on it.)
