This could be a great wordless Wednesday post except that nobody has taken a picture.
Last week my parents-in-law suggested that we should try putting my marsupial baby into a stroller/pram (I feel the need to use both American and British words here so that it’s clear to everyone: I mean this thing where my baby is supposed to lie flat on his back and see almost nothing) and take a relaxing walk. Well, it was a stroke of luck that he had eaten enough and was going to fall asleep anyway, because the beginning of the journey looked like this:
My mother-in-low is pushing the stroller, the front wheel is in the air, so that the baby is at least semi-upright. Her grandson can barely move, not only because of the thick snowsuit but also because he has grown a lot in the past two months (we gave the stroller a second chance in November) and hardly fits. He is on the verge of tears. In the meantime I am mincing beside them. My posture is very unusual due to the baby sucking on my finger. Now that’s a relaxing walk!