by Daniela Syrovy
Discovery of the week: The strollers that cost more than my car are probably worth it. Pushing a stroller through the streets when they haven’t been plowed is what I imagine cow tipping all by yourself to be like. The stroller will not go. It just doesn’t get through twenty inches of slush and snow and ice. Baby is in the stroller with her head bopping around as I try to maneuver up snow banks and through sheets of ice. She looks slightly frightened at all the unexpected moves and I am dripping sweat by the time I arrive at my destination. At which point, I nod and smile and say through my heavy breathing and with a last gasp, “Stroller….Snow” and amazingly most people get it. It’s just that I don’t get it. Who is responsible for this sidewalk snow? The city? You? Me? Damn it someone shovel the sidewalk before my arms fall off. I’ve actually acquired calluses a la A Rod (Madonna’s rumoured baseball player lover -Alex Rodriguez) from pushing the stroller. My hands are sore just typing this. My fingers feel as if they’re going to fall off from gripping the stroller handles. Is there such as thing as finger massage? I could so use an entire hour of hand/finger massage, and maybe a little forearm while I’m at it. So, if you find yourself stroller shopping do like the stars do and get the most expensive one with those shiny giant wheels.