Bye Bye Bjorn
Dear Bjorn,
I've started writing this letter a dozen times. I'm breaking up with you. There. I said it. It feels like just yesterday I was so confused by your snaps and loops but before I knew it, I could strap you on in 10 seconds flat. Your ease of use is not why I am dropping you.
We've had a lot of good times together, you and me. We spent a month in Mexico, countless trips to visit family and even romantic weekends at the Beach together. Your morning breath (while indeed gut wrenching) is not the reason I have to let you go.
You see, Bjorn, you are a my 2nd step in the baby wearing game after my gateway sling, The Pouch. The Pouch, while short-lived, served a purpose. We hung it full of baby on the back of the door while she slept, you know, like where we hang the pants that are only sort of dirty. We are also going to prison. Don't believe me?:
Bjorn, I loved you so much, but I kept looking for a bigger rush. So I searched. I discovered the Moby Wrap and the Mei Tai and hopefully soon, the Ergo. I will miss you and your patch worked extra-long straps that Laurel so kindly sewed on so that Davey could wear you too.
The reason that you have to go is that you are killing my back. I am too young to be a sling wearing hunchback. I will always remember you as the sling that taught me how great it can be to have my baby close to my heart.
Can you believe that Goldie was ever so small? The binky is bigger than she is!
I've started writing this letter a dozen times. I'm breaking up with you. There. I said it. It feels like just yesterday I was so confused by your snaps and loops but before I knew it, I could strap you on in 10 seconds flat. Your ease of use is not why I am dropping you.
We've had a lot of good times together, you and me. We spent a month in Mexico, countless trips to visit family and even romantic weekends at the Beach together. Your morning breath (while indeed gut wrenching) is not the reason I have to let you go.
You see, Bjorn, you are a my 2nd step in the baby wearing game after my gateway sling, The Pouch. The Pouch, while short-lived, served a purpose. We hung it full of baby on the back of the door while she slept, you know, like where we hang the pants that are only sort of dirty. We are also going to prison. Don't believe me?:
Bjorn, I loved you so much, but I kept looking for a bigger rush. So I searched. I discovered the Moby Wrap and the Mei Tai and hopefully soon, the Ergo. I will miss you and your patch worked extra-long straps that Laurel so kindly sewed on so that Davey could wear you too.
The reason that you have to go is that you are killing my back. I am too young to be a sling wearing hunchback. I will always remember you as the sling that taught me how great it can be to have my baby close to my heart.
RIP Bjorn 2005-2007
Can you believe that Goldie was ever so small? The binky is bigger than she is!
posted by Kirsten at
8:44 PM
2 Comments:
RIP Bjorn. I will be sad when my Moby goes.
I never used a front pack, but I did have a sling and just loved it. Connor isn't as crazy about it, he prefers that I overextend my back to keep him slung over my left shoulder, but Ian and my now 10 year old complied with the sling :)
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