In case you haven't figured it out yet, I am what is technically called a UB. Unrepentant Babbler? Under-appreciated Boywonder? Uninhibited Bananafan? No, I am quite simply an Urban Baby. While I am unapologetic about this status, my parents seem to feel an overwhelming obligation to redress the somewhat low quota of greenery in Brooklyn by taking me to the country on the weekends. They have a crazy idea that greenery and fresh air will somehow soothe my ravaged urban soul....or at least get me to sleep through the night. (Ha! Foolish adults with fantastical fixations on eight hours of sleep!)
So, here we are in Silvermine, Connecticut. My mom scored that baby carrier in the photos for FREE and we decided to try it out. I love it. I sit very high up and I feel like I am king of the world...or at least king of the trail. I can look around, see everything and throw my stupid hat overboard whenever mom and dad aren't looking. I think that I am starting to understand the SUV mystique...sitting high above it all, feeling superior. I could get used to this.
1 comment:
Dear Saxon
You certainly seem to enjoy riding high in your carrier. Make the most of it as one day they will insist that you walk. Don't you think your mum looks great with shorter hair.
Love Grandma W
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