Big day for Jack yesterday: It was his maiden voyage in the pack.
He was very excited. So was A.
Big day for me, too, because when the day comes that someone else can carry an infant for me, I feel as if a great literal weight has been lifted. And of course, I'm much more likely to want to do things involving walking, since I only have to carry my own weight. So yesterday we walked up the (dry, thanks to no rain) gully next to our house and found a very nice muddy swimming hole for the older children to splash around in and pretend to be dinosaurs fishing. At least, I think that's what all the roaring was about.
Charlie, incidentally, had no issues with Jack in the pack, unlike Cubby when Charlie started riding in the pack. Charlie was all, "Whatever. That pack is for babies. I have to walk so I can attack things with my spear." This is the difference between the first and second born.
It's the beginning of a new era. An era of less back pain for me, I hope.