I was just STROLL(er)ing along....

Strolling is supposed to be a leisurely activity, is it not? So why then is the decision on which one we should get, have to be such a monumental and arduous task?

A stroller is not simply just a device to get baby from point A to point B but has instead turned into a status symbol for some and for others a considerable safety issue of which first "set of wheels" the baby gets.

Over the weekend, the Rib (Adam gave up his rib for the creation of women, therefor Shannon equates to Rib) and I spent quite a bit of time shopping for our baby's first set of wheels and have come away neither wiser nor on firm footing on which direction to go.  We have tested several out (meaning I have just about beaten the sales reps to death with questions and lain holy terror upon the "test" models) and found several that we like and many more that we dislike.  While we were waiting for the sales manager to approve our line of credit for the latest driving trend... we decided to hold off and continue our research online.

From that research, I have deduced that each stroller is either "the best stroller I have ever purchased and has been 'blessed from the Almighty" or by the time I read the next review in line "the absolute worst stroller out there, don't waste your money cause surely only the Devil could have designed this death contraption".

So what does an expectant father do?

I did like most cost-sensitive fathers do and I ordered a line of different size cardboard boxes with what surely is infant safe packing peanuts.  It may be thought of as unsafe at first but we'll surely recognize the ease in which it would be to simply ship our child off to the doting grandparents versus having to pack up the car with both slobbering baby and dogs in tow.

Seriously, what to do?  So I'm just going to play with the ones we seem to like the most and make a "informed" decision with cost and size (folded size to fit in our matchbox sized cars) as the majority holders of said decision.  I believe we have narrowed down to two choices and a coin may be the deciding factor between the two.

So if one morning, you find an unexpected package on your front door... please don't be alarmed if there are breathing holes punched in it (cause what kind of father would I be if I didn't even do that)... Just unwrap the package and return the child in the self addressed return envelope!

Any advice or suggestions are welcomed... although not always heeded!