fun

Jul 17

Posted by: Rachel in: blog, caleb isaiah, i want that, in style, parenting

We met a lady and her son at the park this morning. Jack was just a month and half younger than Caleb. I scored a kick ass stroller from her for a great price. This thing is sharp! It is an Inglesina Zippy (which is a near carbon copy of a Peg Perego Pliko P3). It is black and gray, so it will work later, regardless of the sex of a future kiddo (oh no, no…don’t even go there…not yet people, I just have a stroller obsession). It is a little on the heavy side, but it folds like an umbrella stroller. I don’t have any reason to need a super light weight stroller, so it’s all good. Caleb seems to really like it. As a matter of fact, he’s sitting in it right now watching the end of Cars. It feels really comfortable. So out with the Graco and Combi, enter Inglesina! You wanna hear something sad? I have owned 7, yes seven strollers for my one child. But I think this baby (the stroller) will be sticking around. It is a full features, super nice stroller, pushes well, folds compact, huge canopy. It can even take a bassinet/carrycot made by Inglesina for a newborn. I just don’t think I can bring myself to pay more for the carrycot, than I paid for the stroller!! Like I said, I got an awesome deal, nearly $200 less than retail for a stroller that came new in the box! And the carrycot is an additional $179!! I wanted our next little one to be able to face me when being pushed, but I guess we’ll have to settle on the travel system feature with an infant seat.

Anyway, the kiddos just had a blast this morning. We met at the closest park, only about four minutes from our house. There was a camp there, with two busloads of kids. But they weren’t playground age kids, most of them were teenagers! So a few of them were running around like mad people, being all rough. Others were sitting in large groups on the play equipment. Caleb was scared of them, you know, a bunch of staring teenagers can make a little guy uncomfortable! One guy had tattoos! So you know he was probably at least 18! He was laying down on the toddler play equipment (think 6′4″ basketball player type). Kelly (the mom I met) and her little boy Jack were up on the bridge, and some bigger kids came barreling across without showing any concern for the petrified 2 year old. You know, one of those hinged bridges that shifts when you step on it? And Kelly was on the other side of the bridge, so Jack just had to hang on for dear life. We looked at each other and said at almost the same time, “Let’s go!” I said I hated for the kids to not be able to play, so I showed her the way to another park that rarely has anyone there. So the boys were able to play hard, and have a blast, and I got to interact with an adult!!! So it was nice.

Caleb has upgraded his tantrums to a Category 5. Ya know…like hurricane ratings…only tantrum ratings. I swear. Can it get much worse? He holds his fists up like he’s about to fight, but he just shakes his entire body, including his tightly clenched hands, and turns bright red while screaming. Then he just flailed all over the kitchen floor screaming and kicking, looking quite similar to a fish out of the water. I removed him from the floor and put him on his bed. He proceeded to just beat up the pillows and worm all through the covers. Quietly though. I think I saw a little steam coming up from beneath the pillows where his head was buried. I let him get it out of the system, and waited on the sea of pillows to calm, and then asked if he’d like to read a book. “Uh Huh!” And he jumped in my lap like nothing had even happened, happy as a lark! The cause of all the drama? A truck that wouldn’t fit inside another truck. Yeah.

PS one fish down, one to go. And yes I do mean down the porcelain cemetery.