Fascinated

Today, Nola, Ossian, filthybabyemma, and I took our new double jogger out for it’s maiden voyage. After our pediatrician ratcheted down my anxiety about putting a two month old baby in a jogger and told me it was a totally fine thing to do, the girls and I went shopping and bought our new rig. Ossian named it “Sissy the Jogging Stroller”. Nola seemed to love the view from her reclined front row seat and Ossian inhaled grapes and kept saying that she was “fascinated”. I felt like I was driving a rickshaw or something, the thing is so big – like a Suburban of strollers. An alien spaceship would be no more out of place on these country roads than our conspicuously bright orange, tricked out, double jogger.

The stroller itself weighs about 25 pounds and the two kids weigh 44 pounds combined. So, that’s 69 pounds plus baby emma, snacks, Ossian requisite mobile library, water bottles, and the full diapers brings it up to 70 something pounds of nylon, mesh, flesh, and metal that I am pushing in addition to my own postpartum self. This is all a great excuse for my pace which was slower than an entrenched bureaucracy. Ossian kept yelling, “faster! faster, mommy..RUN!”. She really cracks the whip when I slow for oxygen, water, or rest.