I thing it's really important to wear my babies as much as possible for as long as possible. Squeak is learning this important part of parenting from an early age. She likes to wear "Mo" because she sees me wearing Pip. What a gal!
I have all kinds of babywearing accessories--front packs, backpacks, mei tai, sling, hiking backpack--but I'm mainly posting this to enter a contest for MORE babywearing accessories. You can enter too! Here's the link: Win the Essential Babywearing Stash from Along for the Ride (one Beco Butterfly, one Hotsling baby pouch, one BabyHawk Mei Tai, one Zolowear Ring Sling, and one Gypsy Mama Wrap)
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Thursday, July 31, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Freedom
We're in Tucson for a month. D got his first rotation down here because my brother and his fam live here and they knew of a family who was taking off for the summer and was cool with us staying in their house... We brought about six changes of clothes each and a few luxury items like the laptop (so D could study in his free time) and the double jogger (so I'd have a way to get the two kids around). Everything is suddenly so simple! I'm freed from all my STUFF in Phoenix, stuff that complicates my life and makes me too busy to really enjoy life. Maybe it's Tucson, maybe it's my newfound freedom, but I suddenly find myself enjoying life more in the past few weeks than I had in the past few years. I'm almost to the point that I could write poetry. I take the kids running almost every morning, followed by a little swim with La Squeak (the pool is just a few minutes away). I walk to the supermarket or Walgreens or my brother's house. We head out for a sunset walk at night and I've been reveling in the rainstorms typical of monsoon season here. We're still a one-car family so most days I don't have a car, but I don't even care. I love being outside and enjoying the beautiful weather and my kids' company. I love walking everywhere. I love not having to live with all my stuff. I almost feel like that moment in time when I was a jumper-clad 20-year-old in the Dominican Republic. Ahhh, to relive those days!
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