I can't go for walks without being teased by the whole neighborhood. It started a few weeks ago. I was walking Eli, Leroy and Jack. We came upon a group of teenage boys with their pants belted around their knees. I heard one of them say to the other, "Look, the wife's got the baby." He said to me, "It's about time you gave your husband a day off." Yesterday, I obliged Kenny's request for a family walk. I wore Eli in the Bjorn and Kenny had the two dogs. We were walking down the street when I heard a guy shouting at us from his second floor balcony. "I've never seen you with the baby." In all fairness, I always do Sunday mornings, but it continued today. Kenny decided to go for an 80-mile bike ride without training today (yep). A man with a Green Bay shirt and a stroller and a homeless woman both commented on their unfamiliarity with me in the dog/baby walking context. The homeless woman went so far as to stop me a second time and say, "I know why you're walking them! He's watching football."
Kenny got to try out my wrap last week (pictured above). The Bjorn was closed for repairs after a vomiting episode. He walks the crew first thing in the morning while I shower, once around noon, and again before I get home from work. If the neighborhood were a bar, he would be a regular. A very conspicuous regular, surrounded in adorable.