We got our first baby carrier months before Addie was born. I was going to be one of those dads who showed up at a football game wearing his baby in a backpack and I was pretty excited about it.
That first baby carrier was built with a sturdy frame with all kinds of sturdy straps all ready for any kind of activity, like mountain climbing or skiing. Alright, so it wasn’t really built for mountain climbing or for skiing, but it turns out it wasn’t even built for basic household chores. The thing flat out sucked. At least in my opinion.
The biggest problem with the carrier was that it had no support for Addie’s head. I would put her in the thing and next think I knew with each step I took, my baby’s little head would be flopping around back and forth between the back of the carrier and my chest. There was no chance of Addie falling asleep in the thing, but there was a good chance she would come out with a claim for whiplash.
Fast forward to Vivi’s first few months and my experience with baby carriers was completely different. Casey was blessed with several carriers that were given to her by various friends. She had brown ones, flowery ones, red ones, yellow ones, different brown ones, and on and on and on it seemed–and Casey had me use all of them.
After my first few attempts at using the new baby carriers, I learned a few very important things. Most importantly, I learned that chicks dig dads who wear their babies and wearing a grumpy baby keeps the baby quiet and allows dads to get in a little extra football watching. Oh, and Casey is a sucker for photos of me wearing Vivi.
Here are Casey’s favorite photos of me wearing the Vivster:
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