We were out and about today and I remembered I needed something from Target (although I have banned myself from shopping there, we really did need a new shower curtain and bathmat, so I made an exception, and I was VERY well-behaved while I was there, for the record). I didn't have the front carrier with me, so I decided it was time to just let her be a big girl and ride in the cart.
She was in HEAVEN. She kept looking up at me with total surprise and grinning from ear to ear. I almost ran over, um, every single person in Target, because I coudln't stop staring at her happy face. Everyone who walked past us commented on how happy she was.
Don't get me wrong, it was so cute and so much fun, but...I guess this means she's done with the front carrier:( For someone who reeeally didn't think baby-wearing would be for her, I was AWFULLY attached to it. Back when she hated the world, it was sometimes the only thing that would calm her down. It was so cozy! But lately, she's been a bit antsier in the carrier, scooting around and just not so happy. I knew we were getting to the end of the line with it, but I was kind of ignoring that fact. Can't really ignore it anymore. She was way too happy. (although, for the record, she's still too little to ride in the cart at Costco, so, you know, we can wean slowly.)
At one point, she gave me a big, fat, smile, and spontaneously threw her hands in the air. It was adorable, but also? OK KID, I get it. You are so big.