She has hated it since she was about 8 months old. She writhes, she screams, she kicks, she tries to remove herself from it.
One of my goals from April was to find another way to get some exercise, since I quit running just before my FET. Oh running, how I miss you. PS: my lumpy thighs miss you too. I don't have a gym membership, and although I rented a Yoga for the Preggers DVD, I am ashamed to say I returned it to the library without ever having cracked open the case.
However, determined as I was to stay active and relatively in shape during my pregnancy (and now more than ever given that I'm going to resemble my own Macy's Thanksgiving Day balloon come November) I needed to find some way to get Isabella to enjoy taking walks with me.
Tempted as I was to start trotting her around the neighborhood in one of these
because secretly I've always wanted to reenact this SNL skit with my very own child
I decided instead to research wagons.
Thank you, Radio Flyer Pathfinder Wagon. Thanks to you, I may actually avoid having to be transported to the hospital to give birth on the back of a flatbed truck.
It didn't start off pretty. Isabella initially hated her wagon as much as she loathes her stroller.
However, with the minor additions of no fewer than 14 toys, 2 books, a sippy cup, and a snack, she's suddenly good to go.
And mommy is glad. Very, very glad.