The Babywearing Adventures: Part 3

Last time I talked about the absolutely fabulous Close Caboo Lite – my first real excursion into babywearing. Now we’re getting to just over a year ago…

The Close Caboo was a success in so many ways. I absolutely loved it, and so did Ted. But there was one person in our house who didn’t.

My husband.

Kev wanted to carry Teddy too – he was the first one of us to manage to successfully navigate the Aldi Carrier of Doom, after all. And anyone with eyes could see how happy Ted was in the Caboo.

But it wasn’t for Kev. He didn’t like the fact it needed to be tied, and felt insecure without buckles to fall back on. Of course, at this point, with Ted around three months old, I was still having many a middle-of-the-night online shopping session (my delight when I got a nearly-new Jumperoo on eBay for twenty quid woke the sleeping baby). I was straight online to research my fingers off.

Kev was working in a coffee shop at the time, and a couple came in with a baby in a carrier – he told me it had looked so comfortable, and the woman doing the carrying had managed to flip it on and off so easily, he had to ask what it was. And funnily enough, it was the same carrier I’d been looking at myself.

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