Sunday, February 27, 2011

That New Stroller Smell

Weekends are a special time for me because I get to spend all day with my dad. Don't get me wrong; I love my mom. But apparently she has a need for this thing called "alone time" that can only happen on the weekends. It's okay. I may only be six months old, but I already know that what makes mom happy is good for everyone who has to live with her.


This weekend my dad and I had a special project: putting together my new stroller! My parents have been cheap and lazy about getting me into a permanent ride, so I've been cruising around in a ghetto car seat and stroller frame for the last six months. I mean, that's acceptable for a newborn, but come on guys! Finally my Nanna had to step in and order me a sweet new stroller. (Thanks again, Nanna. It's good to know you've got my back.)


So today was the big day for taking The Galaxy out of its box...and it is just as big as what it's named for! There's a reason we finally decided on the Escalade of strollers (and, no, it's not because we live in Texas). It's because the sidewalks here are what my mom calls "atrocious," so we had to get an all-terrain stroller to manage them. Thanks goodness! My mom and I take walks every day, and more often than not they end in a torrent of cursing that could drown a sailor. I'm new here. I don't need to be associated with that kind of behavior.


 
 
Dad got confused, so I had to step in.

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