As I mentioned before, I sold almost all of my strollers. I did keep the Bob but my DD is 3. We are done, so I thought.
A recent trip to Nordstrom proved otherwise. As we quietly walked into the store having some one on one time, all hell broke loose. First it was the blood curdling scream that immediately made every person in that store turn there head and look at me with shear horror. My DD was freaking out like a dead person was modeling clothes in the window. Um...No. It was a mannequin. The same Mannequins that have been in every store we have shopped in for her whole life. This was just the start of course. Clearly she was having a hyperactive day and I should have been prepared with a stroller to contain her but wait, dumb ass. you sold them all. Yes I have the BOB and yes I could use it but honestly, its a beast and I love it for what it is...an All-Terrain stroller. Moving on....Next was the moment she ripped her hand out of mine and took off like she just robbed the place. As I'm chasing her running (I still haven't lost the baby weight and may have borrowed a few lb's from my mom), I'm trying to look somewhat normal, not panicked and shit.....not jiggly. so much for that...she's was headed for the escalator and well, I had to pick it up a notch. Nearly breaking a sweat I grabbed her arm and realized everyone is still looking at me. Why do people do this? I want to scold my sweet child in the most horrific voice possible? I can't do that if you are all staring at me.
A quick speech with my teeth gritting, she claims to understand and we move on. Oh looky, they've installed a salt water tank and put Dory and Nemo in it. We are in a tad bit of a hurry and now my schedule is completely shot. For the life of me, I cannot tear her away from the tank. She is screaming "Look mommy, NEMO" in the loudest voice in the world. I'm actually OK with that, it doesn't bother me but I have to GO! Needless to say my 10 minute trip to Nordstrom to get her sized for shoes was an hour and that said...I am now the new owner of both a Maclaren Triumph and Maclaren Volo.
Funny story. I emailed a bazillion people that day. Several responded and two with the cheapest price. I went to look at the first person who responded as I was feeling desperate. It was a cheap price, cheaper than a crappy umbrella stroller would be. It was dusty and a tiny bit faded but otherwise in great shape. SOLD...I used it at Fred Meyer and it performed fabulously. Seconds later, I'm driving down the road and lady with the Volo calls. I decide to go look at it anyway and well, its like new! I am now selling the triumph and keeping the Volo. The triumph is heavier and taller and I really just want the smallest, most convenient stroller for quick shopping trips, that's the Volo. Hopefully some other lucky mama will like the triumph.
So what is this...I've lost count. Pics coming soon of my whole stroller whoring....We've had a lot going on in our family and hopefully it will mellow out soon. Tootles
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