Yes, I'm wearing my baby...

Maybe it's because I live in the anti-crunchy south, or maybe it's because I'm in a small town - or maybe it's both... but whenever we go out somewhere people look at my baby-wearing self like I have just fallen in from outer space. I mean really, staring just isn't nice. And I get the STRANGEST questions.

For example, this morning I went to Wal-Mart for a mega grocery run. No fewer than 10 people made comments on the fact that I was wearing my baby in a wrap. One elderly man was actually so engaged in staring at us that he walked into a display. I'm not exaggerating.

Now I will answer just a few of said strange questions/comments as I wish I could in real life:

Question: "Is that a real baby?"
Answer: No. The sell them on aisle 9. They're surprisingly realistic. This one cries, smiles, poops, and sucks on my boob.

Comment: "Wow I wish they had something like that when I had my baby."
Answer: I'm pretty sure that women have been wearing their babies for thousands of years. And I'm also pretty sure that they weren't doing it with a Baby Bjorn.

Question: Is she happy in there?
Answer: No. I'm pretty sure she hates it. That's why she's smiling/sleeping/resting comfortably.

A little late is better than never...

I kept thinking when I got pregnant, that I needed to start a blog. I kept thinking that I'd certainly get it done before I had the baby. Well, anyways - I've had the baby for 4 months and I'm just now getting around to the blog. Welcome to the life of a semi-crunchy mama. I am Theresa, 26. I am married to a wonderful man, Matthew who is 31 and we have a beautiful baby girl, Hannah, who is - 4 months old. We are an AP, very selective/very delayed vax, baby-wearing family. Miss Hannah is exclusively breastfed and I fancy myself a bit of a lactivist. I am a stay at home mama and Matthew is an assistant professor of music, teaching voice and conducting a choir.