I can only sneak him in a sling if he’s already fast asleep. He prefers arms only and wants to spend all day every day swinging or rocking. If we don’t comply he screams. I can’t really complain, though. Sitting on a porch swing isn’t exactly traumatizing, and so far he’s the best night sleeper I’ve had.
We’ve got an unintentional picnic theme going on. I’m the blanket. He’s the bugs.
From the other day. Taken by my @chocosdilemma
Aunt Annie and Lillian splashing.
In my history of August days this one was by far the most beautiful. So, naturally, we spent the entire day outside. It felt like we were on vacation.