Taos is really good at relaxing.
We call him ‘King Lounge.’ He gravitates to the comfortable positions, leaning back into relaxation.
For ten seconds, on average, he stays in creative lounging positions. Then he runs around more. The only exception is when he is in the sling – he can park it in my pouch for hours on end.
I use the New Native Carrier, and I’ve carried all three of my babies around in one.
For the first few months of Taos’s life, we didn’t have a sling; we sold our baby implements (bassinet, ergo, and sling) when we left the States.
As he got bigger, I really missed having a sling. We finally got one when he was a few months old, and I’ve been wearing it every day since.
Taos has taken to ordering me around, go this way, go that. I mutter, ‘Hodor,’ but he doesn’t get it. Nobody in my family gets it either. If you get it, leave a comment so I know Im funny.
Often, I just keep the sling thrown about my shoulder all day, so I can pick up a baby (or pile of toys, or big empty basket, or lunch) and deposit it into my sling to retrieve later, keeping my hands free, and my precious parcels close.
It is also comforting to my Scottish roots. My ancestors wore kilts that could be thrown over one shoulder, and used as a carrier for parcels or babies at a moments notice.
I love my sling.
Every night, as the sun goes down, I walk Taos to sleep while he cuddles in the sling. I look up to the stars in the evenings, holding my baby boy close, and marvel at how gentle and comforting my life has become.