His Ass is in a Sling

Claire bought an Infantino baby sling today. Spud seems to like it a lot, although I was initially somewhat concerned about his ability to breathe in there. It's like a lil' baby taco. He's been asleep in there for over an hour as I write this (with both hands), so we highly recommend this contraption. Someday, he'll have a very very strong emotional need for lying around in a hammock, but he won't know why. Then I'll yell "Get outta the hammock and finish mowing the lawn or you're gounded!!".