Strolling Revisited

So yesterday Elliott and I went and voted for city mayor and council! (Way to go Court Rosen on your victory!)  As we are strolling in the world's heaviest stroller, a gentleman asked me if my stroller brewed coffee.  Yep, it's that large and complicated.  My friends Michaux and her daughter Millie, and Rhonda and her daughter Peyton looked terribly cute in their tiny bug-a-boo strollers that fit their car seats so nicely and then there were Elliott and me in our 100-foot boat.  So today I bit the bullet and ordered a "snap and go" stroller from Wal-mart.  Not just to fit in (okay, a little to fit in) but so that I don't give myself a hernia trying to stroll uphill.  When she's older we'll put her back in the Graco.  For now, I'll save my biceps from rupture and will actually be able to take the stroller and Elliott into public places without wiping out whole tables or knocking down walls.  Yes, the stroller is that big.  All that to contain a 9 pound tiny infant.  How did we survive as children?  Remember the huge station wagons with the 3rd row back seat that faced on-coming traffic?  Seriously, how did we survive?  I'm sure I was teething on some horrible toy that was made in China and full of lead and bisphenol-A.  I'm doing just fine!