The boy is still rejecting his stroller. This makes walks, window shopping, Saturday Market, strolling the boardwalks at the ocean, the mall, parks and nearly everywhere else quite difficult. He's so heavy that he feels as though he's filled with bricks and cement.
That being said, sometimes one has to brave the mall for clothing sales (Oh, I know YOU don't go to the mall, but that's because you're too Cool for School. You hate Capitalism in general. Sorry, I cannot afford baby clothes made of hemp and regurgitated fibers for $68 at Pollywog. Maybe next time, sport), and this week's trip was an armbreaker. Here's some good times during intermission:
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