Today, I became the Queen of my domain. Today, I looked baby paraphernalia in the face and said "You shall not intimidate me anymore! I am the master of YOU!" Today, I accomplished a feat so impressive, so daring...

Today...

I conquered...

The Baby Bjorn!

That's right! That crazy baby carrier has met its match. Today, I flung that sucker down upon the couch, stared it in the eye and said "The time has come, my friend. Today, I figure out how the heck you work and you and I become one." That's right, today I gave a couple pieces of fabric and some plastic snaps the what-for and, goldarnit, I am proud of it.

Least you think this is no big deal, you should know that the Baby Bjorn has defeated others before me. When Chris tried to make the Baby Bjorn bend to his will, this was the result:



Today though, I showed that Baby Bjorn who was boss and not only did I get it to fit properly, but I fit it so well that I wasn't afraid to place my precious baby (who LOVES the Baby Bjorn, by the way), into it's gaping maw.

Today, I am Mother of the Universe. Today, I win.