Change is good...

Ah, Friday night in the big city. What guy doesn't love it.

Champagne. Stretch limos. The velvet rope. A model on each arm. Simply the best.

But with a baby on the way, lately I've been thinking I may need to start preparing myself for the fact that some things will change. I may need to "tweak" my lifestyle a bit so it's more suitable for a husband and "Daddy-to-be." And cut back on a few things. Like the limos, for example. (Which I'm actually ok with. Seriously, with all the talk about GREEN living and the environment, it really is irresponsible to be carting your models around from club to club in a gas guzzler like that...)

Anyway, all I'm saying is that a man's got to ease into change. It can't just hit him over the head like a ton of bricks. Or in this case, a Bugaboo FROG Stroller with flowing suspension, a 3-position tilting seat, and swivel wheel suspension for easy maneuverabilty.

Or can it?

Case in point: December 28th. The Friday after Christmas. Baby's 'R Us.

I'm not really sure how it happened that at 7:30 PM on a Friday night I was on a subway from Brooklyn to Manhattan to Baby's 'R Us with my pregant wife...but before I knew it I was traveling up the escalator in search of a "Snoogle."

The nice thing about Baby's 'R Us is that like the clubs in New York, it does have different floors with different themes.

But unlike the clubs in New York, all the women were pregnant. And most of the guys looked tired. Dead tired. And, of course, there was no bartender.

Anyway, you get the point. I snapped a few photos of the trip.

Guys, close your eyes. Ladies, enjoy Baby's 'R Us in all it's glory on a Friday night in The Big Apple...




This little gem is a "Top Pick." It's a breast feeding system. And it scares the hell out of me!




Not a BMW or Audi in the bunch...




















Rhea taking a test drive



















I love how they market all of the products at Baby's 'R Us. Such cute names. Like "Teeny Towels. " And "Bundle Me Khaki." This one's my favorite. It's called "My brest friend." Without the "a."






Me, chillin' out in the VIP lounge...














One Snoogle.

Mission accomplished.

Seriously, after seeing how happy Rhea was after we got this thing home, there was no denying it. This was one of the best Friday nights out in NYC I ever had.

Change is good...