The other day, Renee staged an intervention: Enough with the single stroller. If I kept up pushing Yonah and wearing Kivi in the sling, I would end up looking like quasimodo by the time I hit 30. So off we went to Babies R’ Us to finally pick up a double-ride for my dudes. The last time I went to that particular store, I was with my mother. Walking in, memories of her hit me like a sucker punch. I could see her striding up the aisles with authority, talking me through the must-haves for my soon-to-be Yonah. I missed her so much it hurt.

After the initial shock, I followed Renee over to the stroller display, where the souped-up baby rides were angled like the shiny models in a car showroom. As Yonah did his signature double-kvetch in the background (”Eh-Ehhhh!”), Renee and I test-drove a bunch, debating the pros and cons of the side-by-side versus front-to-back seating, stow-ability and how much weight each seat holds. Renee was all about cupholders, while I wanted something that folded easily. I spent more mental energy choosing a stroller for my kids than I did choosing a college for myself.

We finally settled on the Graco Quattro, a front-to-back seater (easier to get through doors) that weighs more than my car but folds up with a flick of the wrist. It’s pretty snazzy to look at, too. Yonah and Kivi seem to dig their new ride, bouncing happily to the park and such while Mommy burns of the Kivi-weight.

I am now officially a mother of two.