I’m saying, “NO MORE!” We have enough – we have plenty. Some might even say we have a plethora. However you say it, I’m saying, “NO MORE!” At times, it seems we have too many already. I told Mister we should sell one.
Why didn’t someone caution us? Why didn’t the first come with a warning, something like “BEWARE: If kept in a dark, moist garage, will reproduce exponentially.” See for yourselves.
That’s right. Strollers have overtaken us. (Well, they’ve overtaken the garage, at least). It’s RIDICULOUS!
Mister and I were so innocent and so pure when picking out the first. We did our research online, read reviews, logged into Consumer Reports, and printed out the specs before making our trip to Babies R’Us. Of course, the store didn’t carry any of the strollers recommended by C.R. (Why does that always seem the case?). Therefore, we allowed our instincts to guide us.
We picked out the PERFECT stroller – the Baby Trend Expedition. It had everything (or so we thought): the front wheel that both pivots and locks in place, the drink holder that doubles as a latch for the baby carrier, and large wheels for rugged terrain (in case we trek the Serengeti with baby). It even came with – and I quote “an effortless trigger pull” for folding (yeah- right – Mister never used the “effortless trigger pull” successfully without breaking a sweat, swearing, and kicking the tires). Oh, the best part – it boasted a lightweight design for jogging off that baby weight. (Are you kidding me? Have you tried jogging with a full size stroller? I have. It was even uglier than when Mister used the “effortless trigger pull.”)
Around Bunder’s first birthday, Mister pulled this twenty-year old antique out of the attic. Hansel, Mister’s eldest child, had received this red wagon as a first birthday present. Bunder loved it! (Except when his mommy accidentally dumped him out of it. Poor thing. Not one of my finest motherhood moments. Who knew a red wagon could be so tricky to steer?)
Along with Kiki came the necessity for a double stroller. I shopped Craig’s list, avoided the ads for solicitation, and found a gem of a stroller. Bunder and I picked it up from a stranger at the Jack in the Box.
The umbrella stroller came before a Monday morning trip on the train with Bunder and Kiki to the Austin Children’s Museum. The only action it’s seen since that day involves a monkey.
The single jogging stroller came from the attic. Mister had forgotten about it, and he’s not sure where it came from. I told him, “It would have been very useful back one kid ago. Now, it’s useless.”
I bought the double bike trailer/ jogging stroller halfway through a weeklong solo staycation with the kids (Mister was on a business trip and I feared my head would start spinning [pea soup] if I didn’t run).
As I step back and survey our hostile takeover, I have a few deep thoughts to share.
- I will never find the perfect stroller, just as I will never be the perfect mother, the perfect wife, or the perfect friend. That’s okay. We’re human. We all make mistakes. Sometimes, we might even lose control of the wagon unloading our child into the driveway. (No, really, that’s never happened to you?).
- If you’re looking for something specific – something unique, don’t shop Craig’s list, just ask Mister. It’s probably in the attic.