Wrap Daddy

Wrap Daddy

I feel like a cat tangled in Christmas lights, and judging by the raised corners of my wife’s mouth, I need more practice. Despite my messy effort to tie the Moby wrap, Cara lifts Henry, our newborn son, and slips one of his legs through the band of cloth hanging from my left shoulder, and does the same with my other shoulder.  Strapped to my chest in the soft band of orange cloth, Henry...