Retro Germany

Since FestBaby will be here in a few weeks, Martin and I decided to head out this weekend and pick up some important baby items. Unfortunately, Germany doesn’t have an abundance of “baby-marts” like in the United States, and we knew ahead of time that things are a little pricier over here, but we learned there was a baby store in a nearby village, so we headed to it.

There were lots of baby items offered on the floor, but pretty quickly, my back started hurting, so I walked off to find a seat, leaving Martin to inquire about the expensive German strollers.

And I mean it … these strollers are EXPENSIVE. The cheapest model on the floor was 899 Euros. (That’s about about $987.) And these were just buggies … only meant for babies who can’t sit up. While looking at a model (which cost 1000 Euros/$1098), Martin asked a salesperon how the stroller was used once the baby can sit up, and pointed out how silly it is to spend that much money on something you use for less than a year.

The saleswoman was initially helpful, but then decided she was wasting her time with Martin.

“You really should have brought your wife with you for something like this,” she said to him. When he responded that he’s also the parent and can make these decisions, she goes, “Yeah, but she’ll be using it more than you.”

Hahahaha!

And here I thought only the music was stuck in the ’80s! Nevertheless, that sort of sexism and assumption of gender roles is STILL so common over here. It’s not the first time it’s happened, and while I get a chuckle out of it, it’s still annoying.

But also, hysterical. I mean, she said this to the guy who was LITERALLY the poster-child/spokesperson for stay-at-home dads in the United States.

 

In the end, we didn’t buy a German stroller. Instead, we went to the American exchange on the military base, and purchased an American travel system (car seat & stroller)  for 1/5th of the price.

Sexism led to savings this time around!!!

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We bumped into my daughter’s cheese supplier today. Her friend’s grandfather (a cheesemaker in the Netherlands) is in town again. We won’t splurge on strollers, but definitely on cheese!!!!!

It was so funny: she’s on a first-name basis with the whole family now, too. As she and the grandfather talked about his grandson, the rest of us were helping ourselves to the free samples and picking out our favorites.

Cheese is one of the few things I can eat with relative abandon at the moment. For that, I’m thankful. Gouda have my cheese, you know what I mean? 😉