It rarely comes into the house, and lives on the messy floor of my car. I imagine it discussing with it’s friends (half filled sippy cups, picnic blankets covered in grass clippings, stray overdue library books) what the excursion of the day might be.
Although it’s haphazardly thrown about, it knows how special it is. If this carrier could talk, oh the stories of adventure it would tell.
And everywhere (everyday) in between
Done correctly, babywearing is safe. The CPSC (Consumer Product Safety Commission) going after all slings, pouches, mei tais, etc. My personal opinion is that I could not be the mom that I am, without the aid of carriers.
*that carrier up above? It’s an Ergo. I knew you would want to know…