The Blessing and Curse of the Baby Bjorn

Since before Henry was born Mom and I have shared a vision of how he and I would interact during his first few months. We knew that he'd be building a strong bond with his Mom, and that we would need to set aside activities that Henry would associate with his Dad. One idea was to use the Baby Bjorn, a front-carrier that's all the rage these days.

I had this vision that the Bjorn would be the sole province of Dad, and that Henry and I would use the Baby Bjorn all the time. (Secretly, I hoped that I could use it to play video games while he slept.)

Henry does love his Bjorn...


...and he often falls asleep in it...


...but he only sleeps as long as he's moving, so you've got to keep walking. And, to be honest, he prefers that you have a little bounce to your walk, so you'd best hop to it.

Also, it turns out that he now only likes his Bjorn; Now that he's used to seeing the world when he's out and about, he's spoiled, and neither Mom nor Dad can get him to stay in his stroller.

Daily walks in the Bjorn are now required.