Registry Relapse

Note to self and all the ladies: Guys have about a 15 min. excitement about registering for baby stuff...didn't know that, sorry Chris. I drag him to the baby store mecca in Orlando "Babies R Us" where everything is BABY and everyone shopping in there has one or is about to POP! I've never been in a building with so many pregnant women!

Anyways, we go straight to the joggers (of course). I just had to see this mack daddy jogger I've been eyeing in person. My ticket to running freedom come December (wishful thinking, I know...just let me dream). I think a cheesy light shined down on it and bad music played in my head as I visualized me running in slow motion on the beach when I saw it (oh yeah, Baywatch style, except very Mom-ed out with a stroller).

So we're talking, visualizing, and Chris decides to take it apart...yeah, not so easy for first timers - um the picture directions are a joke. You guys missed Chris in his prime trying to take take it apart like we'll do hundreds of times...gentle and calm (like he totally has done this before, right!). Then he starts sweating, quicker motions, more muscle engaged, can't make out the words he's saying, and now he's pissed. Looking around then banging it on the floor, using strange body force, people are staring...annnnd iiiiit's off. Whew! He was done and so over it. I knew the clock was ticking, and I had only minutes left in baby land. Such a trooper!