How A Wagon Changed My Life

Have you ever received a gift and thought to yourself? Now when in the world am I going to use this?
Have you ever received a gift and told yourself, yup, this is going into the attic.

Well, both those things happened to me {if I'm going to be completely honest} when I received this wagon for sweet baby girl as a shower gift.

You see, at the time? My mind is thinking fresh little newborn. I'm thinking poop, pee, sleep, and eat.

Riding wagons?

Nope. That never crossed my mind. Did it yours when you were 35 weeks pregnant waddling around with a watermelon in your belly?

Okay then, fast forward to 18 months later, I'm deep cleaning the house {one of my random spur of the moment deals} and as I'm organizing and reorganizing, I have a little picture bubble pop up above my head. Because that again is how my mind operates.

Literally.

Of a little on the edge wagon that is sitting in the attic.

Ah-ha!

So I dig through the pile of boxes that the husband had nicely piled right in front of the door and scrummage my way through them to drag out the large box containing the said red wagon.

Elliana followed me all the way downstairs and into the garage. Intrigued, I assume.

What is my mama up to NOW?

So I thought I was going to have to actually assemble it? Maybe need some tools? Put A-B-and-C together. Something.

Nada. I literally took off the cover and opened it up, and what do you know we have ourselves a wagon.

But not just any typical run of the mill wagon. Oh no guys. This thing was fancy schmancy. Has a top cover. Large {I'd say could fit 5 kids in there sitting up, two laying down}. Although, may I add here... I don't quite recommend the laying down part. Elliana always lays down in her wagon, and I look like a troll walking around pushing an empty wagon all while singing the ABC's out loud.... why yes, I do this.

Back to the wagon.

The material appears to be of great quality. And the storage space! Lets talk about the storage space.

There's this little hook basket thing {making words up here} in the back where you can store all sorts of goodies, water bottles, bags, food, A DOG.

And then there are compartments inside and on the outside. Where you can store cell phones. Water bottles. A dog.

And Elliana? Well this child can't get enough of this thing. As soon as we step into the garage that child runs over to the wagon trying to swing her leg in and up and over and the acrobats begin. 

And after we are done walking 5 miles around the neighborhood for the 3rd time that day... she still manages to do summersaults in my arms and scream bloody murder when I try to take her out of it. I'd say that she likes it. Wouldn't you?

So. What have we learned from this experience? Never underestimate the power of a gift.

Especially
If it has a picture of a big red wagon.

In fact, I would go as far as to say go ahead and kiss that persons feet and thank the stars above.

No. Not extreme at all.
This thing is that awesome.

And I wish I could tell you kids that I was sent one of these for free. Or that I'm getting paid to write this. No. This is just me taking time out of my day to tell you about a little red wagon.

Buy yourselves one. Put it on your baby shower wish list {really, please do}, and then go out one day and sing ABC's all while pushing your little rugrat{s} around the neighborhood.

I'm telling you... dreams do come true.
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p.s. I just found it on amazon, On the edge, if you are interested in buying one for yourself {although I highly suggest putting children in it... not adults... or your tailgating food and booze. That works too} 

on the edge wagon