"You're going where with the kids?"
So many people struggle with the idea of travelling with kids. I took my first flight when sonny boy was 9 days old and we have been on the road since.
Even son boy tries occasionally to remind me that I'm a stay-at-home mom. Its not really for me this staying-at-home lark and I think sticking rigidly to the job description is why so many mums go off the deep end...either post natal depression or getting bored and lonely.
The french moms seem to express this frustration by running off with the man next door. Anyhow I digress. This post is intended to be an ode my my mclaren featured above....it is this battered tool that has enable my adventures, it bears the scars of its journies from South Africa to Scandinavia. Its performs above its design load by carrying a tired 4 yo and 2 yo simultaneously across cobbled french streets. It dutifully folds up like an over the shoulder umbrella when said we need to climb 400 odd steps back up to where I parked the car in Old Lyon.
Without this battered buggy I might have to... uggh... "stay-at-home"
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