This picture might well be M&M and I lately. She is at that perfect little Koala Stage. She’s big enough to hold her own (i.e. no longer dead weight, she grasps and clings and molds her little body into mine) but not heavy enough to really weigh me down. Her legs don’t dangle past my hips like I know they soon enough will. She’s is a compact little addition to my left side (sidenote: apparently I am odd because I carry my kids on my dominant side. Is this true? What side do you carry little ones on?); she seems to fit perfectly into the curves of my body and happily bops along, whether we’re spinning through housework or meandering through a phone conversation.
Yes, we still babywear. The Ergo is our go-to at home (predominantly on the back) and I still use my beloved Hotsling when we are out. At nearly eight months, M still folds right in, snug against my chest, usually gnawing on her beloved toothbrush. She garners a lot of attention.
I know that soon this baby will be a toddler. Not only will she begin to weigh me down but as her mobility grows she will have less patience for experiencing the world astride my hip. As soon as she crawls (which, really is any day now) her reliance on my as a sole mode of transportation will diminish. And someday I will heft her up with an ugh and comment,
“You’re getting heavy.“
Until then I’ll enjoy the Koala Stage. And keep up with my workouts so as to put off the beginning of the end.