being attached to my two little girls. As in, lugging a 25 pound 10-month old on my back all morning while I do chores. Lily and I have a standing date around 10 each morning in her carrier (usually strapped to my back) while I tidy the house, start some dishes, vacuum, start some laundry. As long as she's in the backpack I can't put her down, so I think I've been a more productive housewife than usual. Yesterday Zosia and I even made some banana muffins (heart shaped, too... wish I had snapped a picture before they got eaten up) while Lily was hanging out in the pack.
Lily spent many a day as a newborn being carried around. For a little while there I thought that she had outgrown it for good. But it seems as if being attached-- including getting into our bed, nursing through the day, and being carried around-- is here to stay for the time being. Will I be lugging her around through her teen years? Someone please tell me no. But in the mean time I'm enjoying all of this closeness and praying that my back holds up.