I apologize for turning into one of those bloggers who only posts about her dumb kid…especially when I don’t even have a kid.  But now that I’m living in Portland, I’m spending a ton more time with Kennedy and I can’t help writing posts about it.

Today, she came over for a visit and I wanted to walk around the neighborhood with her.  My sister gave me the Baby Bjorn and strapped Kennedy in before she left.  She was correct in assuming I wouldn’t know how to put the damn thing on.  Anyway, we got Kennedy in and I think we looked pretty damn good:

At times, Kennedy looked terrified:

But I’m pretty sure that’s just because George is pretty f*cking scary.

As I walked around the neighborhood, I thought about what people thought when they saw me.  I’m pretty sure they were thinking that I was trying to walk off the baby weight…which is kind of true.  I was trying to walk off my own baby weight.  From 30+ years ago.  Good times.

After about 20 minutes, I thought my shoulders were going to fall off.

But she’s so damn cute, it’s okay.