tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321037.post2123195891854019968..comments2011-12-03T07:45:03.900-06:00Comments on I talk a lot because life is short and there's so much to say........Kim: A sad dayKim http://www.blogger.com/profile/11393540839465745170noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321037.post-90729784261126982442008-08-07T16:15:00.000-05:002008-08-07T16:15:00.000-05:00That really was a sad day to give up the quad stro...That really was a sad day to give up the quad stroller. Just think how many less questions and stares you will get now though.<BR/>Yep, they have grown up and don't need to be strollered around. Besides, who could push that much weight very far?<BR/>Love, SAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321037.post-61338571520011269952008-06-01T11:05:00.000-05:002008-06-01T11:05:00.000-05:00WOW!!! Time sure does fly. The babies looked so ...WOW!!! Time sure does fly. The babies looked so tiny in that big stroller. It amazes me how quickly all of our kids are growing up. We do not even take Noah's stroller with us anymore (which I miss for storing my stuff). <BR/><BR/>I think I had a harder time giving up the stroller than Noah :)<BR/><BR/>TTFN<BR/><BR/>Elizabeth<BR/><BR/>PS: My fondest memory of your big stroller will always be Bob trying push it up that awful hill at the Toronto Zoo (remember the one they warned NOT to take strollers down?). It did not seem that bad going down, but boy it was crazy climbing back up and I only had one to push back.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com