See, Willa, we do still take picture of the animals.
You’ll note that every comment is either “I own one and I love it!” or “Oh my God, it looks funny! Ew!” – Mostly the latter.
But, primarily: What the hell is wrong with people?
Here’s the comment that I posted:
I wear my baby alot, especially if we’re out and about shopping and such.
She was born (4 weeks early and weighing under 5 pounds) in late October, and we live in a cold climate, so I’m always concerned that she’s warm enough going to and from the car, but not too hot in the store.
It’s not practical to wear a coat in the wrap, or to take one on/off of her once she’s situated in it, so I need something to go over her, or both of us.
I stumbled on a “sweater wrap” that worked well enough, because I could wrap the long sides over her and still wear my own coat over it (but not over her). But, it’s not all that warm unless I held a blanket over her as well, so I rarely do more than just run to and from the car like that.
I think I would be much more likely to take her out for a walk or other, more extended outings, if I had something warmer like this.
(In fact, as I type – in early April – my partner is walking our dogs in snow flurries. If I owned a Peekaru, the baby and I would probably be out there with them, enjoying what is, otherwise, a beautiful day.)
It seems like the only criticism any of the commenters have about the Peekaru is its appearance; I don’t see one negative comment about its usefulness or practicality.
I really don’t understand that. It’s not supposed to be high fashion; it’s baby gear.
Maybe it’s just me, but if my kid and I are both warm and happy and the hell out of the house for once, I don’t care who thinks we look funny.
Also, I think the sleevelessness is a plus. Baby might need more coverage than mom, so she can be comfy without sleeves or, if she needs to, she can put her coat on as well.
We’re having some diaper leakage, suddenly. DoulaK suggested it might be detergent build-up, so I’ve tried “stripping” them (washed repeatedly in hot water, without soap) and thought that had fixed it, but we had two leaks today.
Since it just started, maybe it’s a fit issue, and we need to adjust how we’re snapping them?
The leaks seem to usually be out the top, rather than the legs.
Today, I noticed that the lining was very wet at the top, so I’m wondering if we are always getting the stuffer in there good, all the way down to the front.
If she were a boy, I would think maybe it was a “tucking” issue, but how the hell does a girl pee out the top of her diaper?
Dr. T made me feel somewhat better about it with the obligatory “You think that’s bad?!” story about her son (who is about 18 months old) taking off his diaper during naptime and “fingerpainting.”
I’m afraid everybody has one of those stories, don’t they?
Anway, after the appointment, we grabbed some lunch, and then went to the grocery.
I’m hoping that the really cute baby strapped to my chest diverted peoples’ attention enough that they didn’t notice the big ol’ wet spot on the front of my leg the whole time.
At least, when it happened, I was holding her in such a way that it didnt’ look like it was MY pee!
Of course, I’m guessing that the woman who looked at Peeper in her pink/white striped outfit and pink hat and asked “How old is HE?” probably wasn’t observant enough to have noticed if I’d just squatted and peed right there in middle of the frozen food aisle.
It was a beautiful, sunny, “warm” (50s) day here, so we bundled Peeper up in what we’re now calling her “snuggle-bear suit” from Vee and Jay, stuffed her into the wrap (in a new, “big-girl” carry! – mostly because she wasn’t very bendable in the suit, so wouldn’t go into her usual position) and went for her very first family walk around the neighborhood with the doggies.
She seemed to enjoy it (as much as one can tell at this age) although she was asleep before we made it around the block.
I had to take photos when we got home to record the occasion for posterity, but I think I should’ve had Shrike do it, instead of taking them myself, in the mirror. Sorry for the crappy image quality!
The “big girl carry” was working much better for her when she was awake, I promise!
(Oh, and those two children in the frame on the dresser? With all the hair? That’s us, taken the weekend that we first met in “real life” – damn near eleven years ago!)