Babywearing and language

I have been sent a very funny guest post by Be warned it contains some um, well it doesn’t contain some naughty words but it also sort of does. Essentially if you’re very very sensitive to swearing maybe skip this blog post! But my very confusing warning will make sense when you read it!


I always thought that babywearing seemed like a good idea, so I made sure I went to the sling library when my daughter was a few months old to see what we could work with. In the end, we fell in love with a Connecta, bought ourselves a beautiful birds of Norway design and use it all the time.


There are loads of reasons why I love carrying my daughter, but the main one at the moment is communication. Arwen is 20 months old and is learning a handful of new words every day. As an ex-English teacher, I’m fascinated by her language and have been keeping records of all her words as she learns them. And what I’ve realised recently is that a great way to find out what new words she’s learnt is to pop her in the Connecta and go for a walk. The beauty of carrying her is that we can talk the whole time. I found out that she knew the words “bird” and “plane” on the same walk, when one of each flew over us. Had she been in a buggy, I would never have heard her say either.


She loves to point out things when we’re out and about now; a recent trip to a farm showed that she knows the word “cockerel”, for example. The first time she saw one, she said its name perfectly. After that, she insisted on referring to it as “cock-cock-cockerel” and laughing away to herself. She may have inherited her parents’ incredibly grown up sense of humour.


I love taking her out and listening to her point things out as we’re walking, though the woman whose face she shoved her finger into as she shouted “people!” didn’t seem to enjoy it as much as I did. And I had possibly the most tedious walk ever on Tuesday as it was bin day. So Arwen pointed out bins. Every one we walked past. I’ve never noticed how many bins are on our estate before, but I can tell you now, it’s about a thousand bajillion.


The only drawback to it that I can see is that when she gets excited, she tends to shout. And as we all know, there’s nothing in the world more exciting than traffic lights. If I ever develop tinnitus, I’ll know it’s all down to repeated shouts of “go go GGGGOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!” when the green man shows his face. (Does the green man have a face? I’ve just googled images of a green man. I’m still not sure of the answer.)
But despite the concern for my future hearing, I love the closeness of carrying Arwen and chatting to her as she discovers the world in all its glory. Especially when she shouts “cock” at the farm.