I love holding my youngest on my hip.
He’s getting pretty big, at just over three-years-old, but I don’t care.
I’ve found that there’s this sweet spot where I can balance him on one hip so that it doesn’t really take any extra muscle or effort to cart him around.
Today, on our usual pre-naptime search-the-entire-house-for-his-blankie mission, I was struck with the realization that this wouldn’t last forever. [Read more…]