At dinner, after Evangeline has had enough of her swing, Kev throws her over his shoulder and masters the one handed eating. I am grateful to be eating a meal at all. Most days I am happy to munch on a few carrots and throw a couple pieces of lunch meat in my mouth while trying to entertain the sweet babe.
Our laundry room in downstairs in the basement. Evangeline doesn't seem to mind her ride back up the stairs in a basket filled with clean laundry.
I am so thankful for Moby wrap. This is the only way I have been able to accomplish a hot dinner every night.