They’re Coming For Our Kids Next

My son is 9 months old and I have to say that it’s a really precious age. They really start to express themselves, their likes and dislikes and one of the things that my son likes — no, loves — is a walk. I’m not joking when I say I can put my son in a stroller for three hours and he won’t make a peep. He just holds the handle bar and smiles.

We were in DC this past weekend and the weather was absolute autumn perfection. So I decided I couldn’t miss the opportunity to take him around for some errands. Instead of putting him in the stroller, I put him in a carrier. He was attached to my chest facing outward and I’m not kidding when I say that I could feel his happy energy radiating off of me — radiating outward to every person who was walking around the city.