I found this in the crib this morning.
If you play Baby Einstein backwards, it’ll say, “Paul is a dead man.” I believe Nathan had something to do with it.
I think I’m going to leave Mike and offer my “services” to the inventor of the Ergo Baby Carrier. I’ve become sick of the sling, the Snugli and the Baby Bjorn. whenever I wear one of these contraptions, Nathan’s gargantuan body pulls on my back and I worry I’m forming a hump. I don’t want a hump. No one looks at a humped-woman and thinks, “I’d tap that.” I don’t want to apply for AARP just yet or dive into candle-making. The Ergo is the best. thing. ever. I don’t feel anything when I wear it. Unlike wearing the sling, I don’t feel like a fumblina when I’m strapping Nathan in. And unlike wearing the Bjorn, I don’t feel like a trend-hungry tool.
If the Ergo inventor is a woman, that’s cool. I’d go gay for the Ergo.