Little Kite Girl

As we were walking into the city building yesterday to register to vote (I’m registered in MA, not helpful…) an old guy stopped us by exclaiming, “THAT’S what I like to see.  I can tell you have a good marriage! You know how?”  I asked, “How?”  He motioned to John, “Because he’s carrying the baby!  That’s the way it should be!  And I know you have a wonderful marriage.” And then he added, “And if you didn’t, I’d know whose fault it was!”  And then I think I imagined a wink at John.  Yes…definitely imagined.  I said, “Yup, he’s a heavy baby!”  And Old Guy replied, “He’d carry him if he were a light baby.  I can tell! That’s what I like to see!”

Haha.  So apparently this means we have a good marriage.  I gotta tell you, the travel system we bought is amazing, I love moving Camper from the house to the car to the stroller with so much ease…but carrying the carrier all by itself is not so fun.  There is this whole lead ball at the end of my arm feeling, and then the odd angle that you have to hold your arm so the baby doesn’t shift around too much.  So yes, I agree.  We have a very good marriage.  Plus, if John carries the baby, he doesn’t have to carry the baby’s BAG.  The bag that I love.  But I love the husband, too.