My wife bought me an awesome baby carrier backpack for my birthday this year. It's got padded straps, a chest connector and a waist belt to help distribute load over my shoulders, chest and hips.
That said, carrying an infant around on your back, even with a backpack as well-designed as the one Marli gave me, isn't always terribly fun. You have to watch yourself through doorways, walking around things (and other people) and you have to be careful when bending over or stooping.
So, when I think about Luke Skywalker gallivanting through the swamps of Dagobah carting around Yoda, who's hitting him over the head with a stick every so often, I can understand why he's a little testy at times. Well, downright whiny.
Luke, I understand.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
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