I bake cookies.
Let the record state that when I am out and about with her in this, all her bits are tucked in. It's just, when we're wandering around the house doing stuff, a limb or two will fall out and she sleeps longer if I just LEAVE them. Don't judge me.
...While we're on the topic of not judging me, people need to stop obsessing over my baby's lack of hat. I don't mean you people, I mean real-life-stranger people. And they need to stop...you know what? No. They can go ahead and keep touching her. The only random strangers that touch her are, like, old Chinese ladies and grandpas and I am actually fine with that. Just, don't be touching her head to make sure that it's warm enough because she isn't wearing a hat, and then asking me where her hat is. The only things Eleanor tolerates on her head are a hoodie hood and, weirdly, pants, and it's spring and warm and I have her head tucked into the wrap and next to my body and also she is my responsibility. Seriously, people, stop asking me where my baby's hat is. I will shank you.