Strollin'
7:23 PM
First off - strollers. We bought an umbrella stroller from some friends who were leaving the island so we would have "something," just in case. I tried it out a few weeks back. Bean loved it. Until she got absolutely sun-fried. I wisely saw some pros and some cons (the decision to use it came about because I needed to go to campus and help out with a fundraiser and needed more movement than the sling would give me but wouldn't have anywhere to put Bean, so I figured it would work to just have her hang out sitting in the stroller for a while. That part of it worked like a charm. So did the quietly strolling her to sleep while we waited for Wonderman to finish his business up on campus so he could walk home with us). Still, the flaming red skin kept at bay all further thoughts of strolling. Until I got the heat rash from hell all down my front after wearing her in the sling through a long, hot day (I mean, everyone with boobs gets at least a little boob sweat, right? The sling takes that to the Nth degree and then gets it running all down my belly and then holds it there). I realized that another semester (in the summer) here without a stroller might not go well. I contacted my sister-in-law who had offered us her jogging stroller clear back in December (I turned it down, holding firmly to my hippie ideals and thinking I didn't want to "deal with" a stroller), who told me she had kept it, just waiting for me to want it. Ooooh, that made me feel angry? sheepish? GRATEFUL. Anyway, it's on its way (with a camera in its pocket - hooray!!!). It's big and bulky and folds down to a very small size (i.e. about equivalent to the size of Rhode Island). It's exactly what I imagined I would never own. But it's exactly what I need (just today as I walked home with a sleeping baby in the sling and about 30 pounds of groceries in my hands I thought, I really need a stroller, even if it's just to put the groceries in - they can make the 20 min. walk home seem so much longer).
I'm already having separation anxiety, just thinking about putting Bean in a stroller instead of a sling (this has made me wonder if attachment parenting in my case is more about me not being able to be separated from Bean that about her needing me). I can't imagine having her that far away from me for that long, that often. I am, quite literally, very attached to her. I also have a strange sense of pride when I get asked "You don't have a stroller, do you? I've never seen you use one." I also know that I get recognized because of my beautiful sling and the adorable baby with the aqua-colored sunhat walking all over town, if not for my own stunning beauty. Once I get a stroller, I'll just blend in with all the other mommies. The American mommies, anyway. Very few Dominicans use prams, as they call them. They don't wear their babies, either. They just carry them. That seems difficult and wildly impractical to me, but it is the way of things. Anyway, I'll only have my own good looks to set me apart, and in the tropics in the summer time, even those get muddled a bit. Sigh. Here's to the ladies who stroll!
Conclusion: Humble Pie isn't nearly as good as dutch apple or lemon meringue, but apparently it's quite nutritious.
I'm already having separation anxiety, just thinking about putting Bean in a stroller instead of a sling (this has made me wonder if attachment parenting in my case is more about me not being able to be separated from Bean that about her needing me). I can't imagine having her that far away from me for that long, that often. I am, quite literally, very attached to her. I also have a strange sense of pride when I get asked "You don't have a stroller, do you? I've never seen you use one." I also know that I get recognized because of my beautiful sling and the adorable baby with the aqua-colored sunhat walking all over town, if not for my own stunning beauty. Once I get a stroller, I'll just blend in with all the other mommies. The American mommies, anyway. Very few Dominicans use prams, as they call them. They don't wear their babies, either. They just carry them. That seems difficult and wildly impractical to me, but it is the way of things. Anyway, I'll only have my own good looks to set me apart, and in the tropics in the summer time, even those get muddled a bit. Sigh. Here's to the ladies who stroll!
Conclusion: Humble Pie isn't nearly as good as dutch apple or lemon meringue, but apparently it's quite nutritious.
2 comments:
Don't worry, you're still pretty hippie with all of the walking instead of driving you do! Haha
You're such a good Mommy to want to have her close to you all of the time. I miss my girls being so little!
Who made you dutch apple pie? (Yes, after this long post, that's what I want to know.)
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