Parenting in Sydney leaves you with a multitude of activity choices on the weekends. The beach. The park. The City. The pub. (Did I say that?)
But on an overcast day when everyone is sufferring from Cabin Fever, why not head down to a place like the local playground.
Why here you can surround yourself with slightly larger primary coloured plastic objects than you have in your loungeroom and multiply the number of small people at your feet by 100.
Just like this Daddy.
It seems us Thirty-Somethings have been experiencing somewhat of a baby explosion and here in Sydney the streets are teaming with gorgeous women and men pushing prams filled with one, two or three little people.
And of course the pram de jour, as touted by some very posh international celebrities, seems to be the megga expensive, wizzbang, ergonomic, fold me this way, fold me that way, I'll even change the baby for you - Bugaboo.
For those of you who haven't yet been aquainted with the Bugaboo its the weird looking pram with the funny little wheels at the front and the chair which makes the baby look like its going to fall out at any moment.
Now I personally do like the Bugaboo but I think it was the colours that put me off buying one when we were in the pram buying market. The shape and practicality might have been designed by a couple of men in the Netherlands, but the colours were definately conceived by a woman. Probably even a pregnant woman, high on hormones, thinking about other pregnant women spending their last month of pregnancy shopping for a pram. I mean, how could you expect your man to push around a hot pink pram on a Saturday morning? Mine certainly wouldn't.
So if you do decide to buy a Bugaboo, make sure you go crazy with all of the extra's you can get, such as the parasol umbrella or travel bag. And if you can look as fabulous as this Mum pushing hers through Centenial Park yesterday, you are onto a great thing!
