Now THAT'S safety

One of the things that is a constant fascination to me is my increased paranoid after becoming a mom. I mean, I expected to feel a little protectiveness... you know, like any animal in the wild does, but this paranoia, totally threw me for a loop.
I've tried not to live a life of fear... in my pre Mommy days I've gone to the ATM at night, I've walked out to my car alone late night in a parking deck, and done all sorts of stuff that probably falls into the, It seemed like a good idea at the time category.

So I certainly wasn't prepared, when I caught myself walking down a long steep hill with the stroller in my neighborhood (in the daytime) and wondering... what would happen if I suddenly had a massive coronary.

Why, I would fall down and Connor would keep rolling in the stroller, his velocity increasing to light speed as he barreled into the car full of teenagers that cruises the neighborhood at 90 mph. Then getting tossed stroller and all into the air, landing miraculously unharmed right side up in a neighboring lawn. (Yeah, it's the loony toons version)

But this weekend we went shopping for a jogging stroller, I was kinda on the fence, not 100% sold on the idea of needing one, even though Jorma was happy to hang out in the only manly section of BabiesRus. But then from the one we are inspecting, Jorma holds up a Velcro cuff, with a line that attaches to the stroller. "What's this", he asks, puzzled... since he is somewhat immune to my own paranoia.
And I explain" it must be in case you have a massive coronary so the baby doesn't roll away."
"That's smart", he says probably realizing the added value this could have for a paranoid wife.

And just like that, I hopped over to the other side of the fence and was completely pro jogging stroller. Not just any stroller either, but the one with the anti massive coronary strap. Now THAT'S safety. Now if it will just stop raining so I can test it out.