Monday, June 4, 2012
Can't Stop Me Now
I often don't even bother to take the stroller when we go out (our museum visit on Sunday was entirely stroller-free, for instance), because she's perfectly capable of transporting herself.
The stroller's main function is now one of containment: as in, a portable baby prison. R is highly mobile, but has no sense whatsoever (and thus could bolt into traffic at any time). At the same time, she is not good at following directions. She understands them 90% of the time, but actually doing as we desire is a whole separate issue. So the stroller is important if I don't have both hands free, or will be in heavy traffic/crowded conditions.
Not surprisingly R detests the stroller and screams with rage whenever I put her in it. It cramps her style. Here she is doing what she likes best, running around, throwing toys on the floor, "talking" to herself and generally causing havoc (all those objects ended up on the floor in less than two minutes of work).