On Sunday, Caroline came visiting with her 8-month-old daughter Cambria. We met her around a month ago at a neighbourhood music jam. She’s a French horn player, but also happened to have a trumpet languishing in a corner somewhere, so she brought it over as a loaner to Michael. (He really hates the cheap one he has.)
We had a fairly short visit, during which I was busy making a Caesar salad for the belated-Thanksgiving potluck we were attending that night. Cambria gurgled happily on Caroline’s lap the whole time, a poster child for why people have babies. Caroline offered us the use of an extra stroller she has (I just might have to take her up on that!) which prompted a discussion of baby-carrying in general and the amauti in particular.
I can’t remember who’s brainwave it was, but we decided to get it out and put Cambria in to give it a try. It worked wonderfully, and Cambria seemed very tickled about being in the hood. Caroline offered to let me practice getting the baby in and out of the hood, but I felt too nervous about potential injuries (to Cambria, not to me!) to try it. Anyway, it was a very successful test; I could feel how the garment distributed the baby’s weight evenly across my shoulders, and I also got a sense of how warm it would be with a baby toasting my back. I’m really looking forward to using the amauti in February!