Baby Leashes...

I always thought it was funny when my mom would tell me that as a toddler she would put a leash around my waist when we were out and about. I never imagined that I would do that with my kids. My Grandma must have realized I would because she was nice enough to get us 2 baby backpack leashes before the boys were even born. I put them in a drawer and thought, well maybe we'll use them someday and now someday has arrived. I've realized that these are something we can't live without. The boys both like to walk and James especially hates to hold onto anyone's hand. Jack likes to hold hands, but he only wants you to go where he wants you to go, not where you need him to go. The leashes are cute. One is a puppy dog, which we gave to Jack. He loves dogs and likes to tell us woof woof so I thought it was fitting to give him the doggy one. James loves all stuffed animals or toys, but especially his bear, so it was an easy decision to give him the bear. They wore them at church a couple weeks ago for the first time and James was very happy about it. So much that he had to wear it backwards to be able to love on the bear. Jack wasn't happy about wearing it, so he mostly played with it. To get them used to wearing them I have been having them wear them around the house so they are used to them being on. They both wanted to wear them backwards while they were playing.




After awhile, Jack got tired of it being on his front and we switched it to the normal way to wear.



When it is on the correct way, the leash (which looks like a tail) attaches to a tab on the bottom of the backpack. When it is on backwards, the leash attached to a small tab on the side strap. I like that they strap securely in the front and aren't just straps they can slip out of on their own. The clips are very tight so I can't imagine they will be able to undo them on their own any time soon.



James really liked to love on his and wasn't happy unless it was on backwards. He kept hugging the bear and loving on it while he was playing. He even hung on tight while he was standing on our stool trying to get away from his brother.



By the time Matt finally got him to put it on the correct way, he was distracted by wearing his blue bucket on his head. At least he's imaginative.


And I'll admit he must be pretty smart to figure out that putting the strap in his mouth keeps the bucket on his head.