It seems like eons ago, but some of my clearest memories of Harry’s first weeks on earth are of me carrying him. Or Stephen carrying him. (At the time, I referred to our boy as “a very sweet, very lovable pair of handcuffs.”) The bouncy seat might buy us 20 minutes, the swing another 20, but mostly he needed to feel the warmth of a human being, encircling him. (The sling, it turned out, comforted him a little too well, to the point where he was conked out so hard we couldn’t rouse him. Cue panicked call to the pediatrician…) If you’re a parent, you know what I’m talking about. That’s why I came up with a bunch of one-handed meals—sorry, not things you can cook with one hand—simple, filling dishes you can eat with one hand, so the other one’s free to hold the baby. That admittedly unattractive little pup you see up there is one of them.