Quick confession: the family went on a little holiday these last few days of November, and the baby got lost at the airport!
Oh, we found him in about five minutes. He was at the top of the escalator, on the floor above ours, in the arms of an airport employee who, quite reasonably, gave me a short lecture about keeping an eye on my kids!
I know, it was totally my fault, and the baby's guardian angel definitely deserves a promotion.
In the days after that, he was either in the sling or on the safety harness — or both.
