{"id":614,"date":"2008-03-31T22:52:32","date_gmt":"2008-03-31T20:52:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/2008\/03\/31\/forced_slinging\/"},"modified":"2011-10-02T20:34:50","modified_gmt":"2011-10-02T19:34:50","slug":"forced_slinging","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/2008\/03\/31\/forced_slinging\/","title":{"rendered":"Forced slinging"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\nIngrid likes her buggy. We like her buggy. Now, while the buggy is en route from England to Sweden, we&rsquo;ve let her walk as much as she wants, but after a few hundred metres she generally shows us that she&rsquo;s had enough and wants up. She weighs over 11kg and that&rsquo;s more weight than I want to be carrying unaided for longer than 5 minutes or so. Perfect, put her in a sling, you might think! Unfortunately Ingrid is becoming a sling resister. She has no objections to sitting on my hip, but carrying all that weight on one side of the body is not at all comfortable after about 5 minutes. I would much rather have her on my back, but she doesn&rsquo;t want to go there. On a few occasions I&rsquo;ve actually put her on my back (because we had to go out and I&rsquo;m not strong enough to carry her any other way all day) while she is yelling and pushing me away, and that felt awful&#8230; I&rsquo;m forcing something that should be all fun and pleasure. It&rsquo;s like force feeding ice cream to a child, or forcing them to hold a cuddly puppy.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nTwo more days until we get the buggy back, and slinging can again be voluntary and fun for everyone involved. I never thought I&rsquo;d miss the buggy so much.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ingrid likes her buggy. We like her buggy. Now, while the buggy is en route from England to Sweden, we&rsquo;ve let her walk as much as she wants, but after a few hundred metres she generally shows us that she&rsquo;s had enough and wants up. She weighs over 11kg and that&rsquo;s more weight than I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[759],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-614","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life_with_kids"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/614","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=614"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/614\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3386,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/614\/revisions\/3386"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=614"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=614"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=614"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}