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Today Marlowe graduated to the back wrap cross. He's getting to be big boy. I'm still pretty new to wrapping, so I didn't feel confident back carrying him when he was younger, though it's entirely possible (see Africa). But he's seems pretty happy now. I'm still trying to get my mind around throwing a wrap over my shoulder. But I think after a few times, it'll get easier.

I might also add, that the kid with amazing wiggles who has been trying to nap all morning, fell promptly asleep. (too bad you can't wear your baby in the shower)

I love wraps, because they're so versatile, soft, and, well, a little mysterious and cool. Though we are currently pretty huge fans of the pouch sling for grocery store runs.

Okay. Off to finish the dishes before the water gets cold.

This week in M-azing Marlowe Development we have featured:

* I can reach out my hands in a purposeful way to touch, nearly grasp something.

and

* I can turn my head to localize sound and do so when you say my name.

I also bought him his little highchair, so that I have a safe place to put him that's nearby me when I'm cooking (and hence not safe to wear). Because putting him down on his babymat is futile, he's rolled halfway across the floor before I get an onion chopped. Silly baby.

He'll be fourth months a week from today. It's all going by so fast!

so, like, these jeans I put on this morning...

THEY'RE NOT MATERNITY!!!!!!

I so needed that today, even if they are my biggest jeans.

Today I was sitting on my little blue MAMMUT stool and Ellis was sitting on his, and I had a moment of epiphany. We were experiencing one Those Moments. The kind of moments you think of wistfully from the naive pre-kid days.

Ellis and I were having a tea party with a cute blue checkered napkin. Teacups in place, apple juice for him, tea for me, happily munching on chocolate chip cookies that we had made together yesterday.

Marlowe was rolling around on a homemade baby quilt, talking and zerberting in baby contentedness.

It was beautiful. Every was happy. The moment was idyllic. I think it lasted a whole 90 seconds!

Then it was back to cleaning up poop. And the baby started crying. "Did I love a dream?..."