The Baby Trekker

This morning I successfully slung Harris into our Baby Trekker. I'd tried it couple times before but he was too small and lacked the neck strength back then to do anything but cry and scratch the hell out of my chest (note to self: wear a shirt). Today he was having a Gay-Ole-Time, kicking and laughing and checking things out. He definitely has a preference for the "facing-out" position over the "facing-in" position. He's a boy who wants to party with the world, or maybe it's because I hadn't showered yet.