The summer holidays can be a challenging time for parents, not least because of the need to keep children of different ages happy and entertained. Babywearing can be a brilliant way to achieve this, meeting the needs of the tiniest member of the household whilst freeing you up to focus on their older siblings.

Ten months in to being a big brother my five year old still finds it difficult at times. He loves baby Orson, particularly now he’s getting more and more fun and communicative, but he definitely recognises that things are not quite how they were when our decisions about how to pass the time could mainly revolve around him, and he misses the one on one attention he used to get.

Luckily – just like his big brother – Orson loves being in the sling. He’s super mobile now, crawling and climbing all over the place, but once he’s tired himself out his little arms reach up to be carried, and I am more than happy to oblige.

Yesterday I cosied him up in the Integra and we popped out, intending just to go the post box before coming back home so Arthur could finish his latest lego build. Once we were out, though, it was a whole other story – suddenly Arthur decided he really fancied a walk, and with nothing really to hold us back we set off along the lanes for an impromptu adventure.

Orson always loves being outside: looking up at the trees and chatting away to the cows we can see in the distance from our garden. And I could see Arthur visibly relax as he breathed in the fresh air and peeked into the overgrown hedgerows to search out ripening blaxckberries. It’s been a bit too hot for long family walks this summer, but now that the weather’s cooled off a bit it was great to go for a proper yomp – almost 6km once we were done! (Just as an aside it was not that long ago that people were telling me Arthur would never build up any stamina because I carried him so much – it seems that wasn’t something we needed to worry about…)

Carrying Orson close in the Integra meant that we were not restricted on our route, following the footpaths over the hills. And when he tired of the view he snuggled down for a feed and a nap.

Arthur in the meantime held my hand and told me about all of the thoughts that were filling his brain – quite a lot as it turned out! When I’m distracted with the baby it can be hard to chat like we used to, so it made the time together even more special – and meant that Arthur appreciated his younger brother that little bit more once we were home and he was awake and ready to play.