Tribute to My Mei Tai

So that Quinn, he likes being held. And it turns out - Lily - she still has needs too. I've been trying to teach her to cook her own lunch, but she's just not quite there yet. Come on kid - get with the program!

In the meantime, there is my mei tai. No, no not "mai tai" - mei tai. It's an asian-style baby carrier and without it I would be a woman adrift in a sea of hopelessness. How else can one continue to hold her baby while still getting a toddler on and off the potty/fetching goldfish/making sandwiches/playing at the park/etc? (Don't get me wrong though - some days I would really prefer the mai tai).

Since I don't have the energy to write the "open love letter" to my mei tai that it deserves. Here is some haiku - and some action shots.

tiny baby cries
always cease when wrapped up tight
close to mama's heart



fabric so pretty
black is not a cool color
we get quite sweaty



you hate the stroller
So I carry you around
everywhere I go

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[Note: There are many many "brands" of mei tai. Mine is a Freehand Mei Tai and we bought it here.]