As I walked on the Sammamish River Trail with our wiggly, cute little oven – also known as Benji – strapped to my front, I couldn’t help but notice that we were having a very nice day. Sadly, this picture didn’t catch either the bald eagle that soared overhead moments earlier or the great blue heron I saw hunting in the Slough a little ways back.
Additionally, I noticed that I didn’t need flannel-lined jeans or the big warm jacket I ended up carrying on my arm: Benji in a front pack acts like several layers all by himself. I can certainly attest that Benji, who slept almost the entire time, stayed plenty warm. Now I know to dress more lightly when carrying the baby.