Recently, the sling I used when M was an infant was returned to me after I’d lent it to a friend to try with her second. Today, M saw it and said, “I need to go in this.”
So even though he’s pretty much at the top of the weight guideline, I said, “Okay, hop in.” And he cuddled right up.
I wish the mirror hadn’t been so streaky, but that’s what you get when this is the room where the three-year-old washes his hands. Don’t accuse this mommy of not keeping it real.