Elia got her first baby doll stroller on her 1st birthday. It was a Fisher-Price Learn to Walk beauty. She loved it.
As she got older she played with it less and less. Unless of course she was pushing Woody or Buzz Lightyear. She liked to torture them by putting them in the pink thing.
Then comes Gracie. As she approached one and began to learn to walk, she took a liking to the stroller.
They do pretty well with sharing, for a few minutes. Then there is screaming, hair pulling, and crazy girl fighting.
|Gracie: If you don't give it to me I'm going to rip your curls out.|
Elia: Sticks her tongue out to tell her what she thinks of that idea.
|Elia: I'm so cute there is no way mom is going to let you win this.|
Gracie: I will drop you to the ground and rip it out of your hands so fast you won't know what hit you.
|Gracie: Please just let me try for a second. I'll give it right back.|
Elia: Since I am 2, I know that trick. It's not gonna work sister. I've got my hands super glued to this thing.
Don't let these pictures fool you. They look cute and it looks pretty civil, but it's about to get ugly. It's time for me to get a new stroller. Actually, I'll either have to get another identical one or purchase two new ones. I'm not stupid enough to bring a new variety in without getting two. That would just set me up for another nightmare.