| hot hot heat & the colossal stroller episode. |
[Saturday
April 25th, 2009 //
3:06pm] |
We just got in from a walk downtown, running errands and such, in the hot Saturday afternoon sun. It is 23 degrees out there & it's dripping down my face.
Today I decided to use the stroller (for the 2nd time ever & the 1st time alone) so that I could pick up diapers & pet food while we were out. The only downfall of babywearing is that you can't cart around as much stuff -- though oh my goodness it's easier to wear Gretchen than to stroll her.
Difficulty number one would be carrying the stroller down our stairs (we live on the 2nd floor) and then going back up for Gretchen. Our stroller is the Bertini which is kind of swank & kind of huge, so the trip down the stairs is mainly spent trying not to be crushed by it.
Walking downtown was nice -- hot! -- but nice. Thankfully there's a bit of a breeze.
Difficulty number two would be getting home & trying to carry Gretchen, diapers, pet food, my purse & the stroller up the stairs -- which I managed to do in two trips, believe it or not. Gretchen was sleeping & stayed asleep so I put her down & went back for the stroller. I heaved it up the front stoop & all the way up the stairs, sweating all the way (and only cursed once).
 The sleepy little muffin.
There has GOT to be an easier way.
Our somewhat disgruntled superintendent has made it clear that we aren't allowed to keep it in the front hallway, which I would never want to do anyhow since she smokes like a chimney & I don't want the lingering smell of smoke seeping into our stroller. Ick. Really there is no place to store it other than inside our apartment at the top of all those stairs.
 The swank beast.
I don't think I'll be taking the stroller out alone any time soon.
Phew.
Pass me an ice cold Coke Zero. Merci.
Originally posted on So Fawned.
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[Saturday
March 21st, 2009 //
7:46pm] |
It's bizarre.
No more downtown salvation... in the army... we mention your name. No more Christmas carols at inappropriate times of the year.
Lorne died.
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