Now I know I am a Mom.
You know, just in case the cooing baby attatched to me left any room for doubt.
First, I was lusting over a fancy space age looking high chair and now I am "oohing and aahing" over a stroller. Don't worry, I still love grown up shoes and sparkly nail polishes. I'm still here, inside this mom-shell.
San Francisco is not especially stroller friendly. There are tiny crowded side walks and busy tiny restaurants. That means maneuvering a giant stroller around garners you lots of annoying side-eyes from hipsters waiting in line. Because that's all they do - wait in line and side-eye you.
I came across the Stokke Scoot and I think I'm in love. I mean, hello gorgeous Plum color!
Phoebe will be graduating to a "big girl" stroller soon and I'm hoping we can find a way to add this to our growing baby arsenal.
Now, what does momma have to sell on Craigslist to make this happen?