Through life with Carrello: non-fictional stories of family discoveries

They write to us. No, seriously! They write and share tips, comments, and ideas. You can't imagine how valuable this is to us! And sometimes they tell us whole stories, share funny situations and send us photos of their babies. 

Such outspoken confidences of our clients are a special archive for us. The archive of sincerity, life, and the evidence that we are a part of your family happiness. 

With the permission of their authors, we are sharing several such stories today. 

“I don't want to miss a single moment!” Yulia, Artemchik's mother (10 months old)

My mom also taught me to live “on schedule.” When everything is clear, according to plan. I used to try to earn money from creativity, I mastered design. But I quickly realized it wasn't mine. She left and got a job in the finance department of a large local hypermarket. Right here, it's like a fish in water. 

Yes, yes, we were planning a baby too :) But then...Everything has changed.  

I love my son madly, but I didn't want to give up my job either... At first, I tried to combine it somehow, I tried to hire a babysitter... 

But one day I came home from work, and the babysitter was like, “Mom" said the subject! Can you imagine? Without me!!! 

It just hit me… And if he makes the first move, and I make a debit with a credit ten kilometers away? Will he start saying new words? You never know how many more moments there can be!

That's it, Artyom will be with me! I decided that at least a couple of days a week I would take the child with me to work. By that time, I already had my own office, and the authorities did not object.

It turned out that the 3in1 wheelchair three in one, donated by the cronies

And so, from the age of nine months, the Theme and I began to go to work together. 

I'll put it in the car seat, fix it with straps: voila! 25 minutes, and we're at work. He often fell asleep on the road. And I'll calmly take him out of the car, take him in the elevator, and greet everyone in the office, holding the cradle in one hand - and he's asleep. I put the car seat next to my desk, mute the sound on my smartphone, and work. When he wakes up, I'll either feed him or put my favorite elephant in his arms, and then go on to the numbers. 

Very comfortable Carrello Aurora car seat! The car is growing - we will be buying a car seat soon - we enjoyed being together :-) And here the choice is obvious: the car seat will definitely be Carrello!

“How my daughter grew up in a day” Yuri, Polina's dad (1 year old)

I knew long before the birth of my child that I would share child care responsibilities equally with my wife.

I've always been infuriated by stories about fathers who heroically changed diapers once in their lives and were awarded the title of “super dad” for this. 

What are you guys doing?! Changing clothes, feeding, lulling, singing lullabies, and even cleaning up poop is just as much a “daddy” thing as a “mom” thing!

But that's not the point now. Once our mother had to leave on an important business trip. For a week.

Polinka was 9 months old at the time. Naturally, I stayed with the baby. I took a couple of days off from work. Our grandmothers live far away, so my daughter and I ran the house ourselves. 

To be honest, Mom's absence was felt immediately. But “we are not used to retreating.” Several children's gadgets helped me at once: a high chair, a playpen where the baby was playing. But the real discovery for me was Carrello walkers. We bought them almost spontaneously - we saw a good price, we thought: we'll take them, we'll see.

And now their time has come!

The field was replaced: it laughs, screams, drives around the apartment, then stops and “sticks” over the built-in game panel: turns on music, turns rattles, presses buttons...

I remember sending a video to my wife, and she writes back: “Did I really just leave home yesterday?! The fields seem to have matured a lot)))”

Meanwhile, I had my hands free for cooking, cleaning, brushing my teeth and having a cup of coffee. Well, that's cool! Therefore, many thanks to the store for the opportunity to make a spontaneous purchase, and, of course, to Carrello - you are the best!

“You'll listen to Grandma now!” Natalia Ivanovna, Andryusha's grandmother (10 months old)

The young people have gone now - you can't drive a poker into the village… I'm saying that the air is cleaner here, and there are no exhaust gases, and the grass is greener, and people are kinder and simpler. The house is spacious - come and stay with us at least for the summer! Oh, you're just shaking the air...

I'm sitting, grieving, reviewing my grandson's photos. And my grandfather told me: you, he says, talk less, and think more about how to create conditions for your grandson! Where will he play - in the yard with the chickens? And sleep on the stove? 

I went to Avdotyevna's for tea - she's been bragging for six months that her grandchildren are staying with her and don't want to leave. They're almost schoolchildren, though, and our Andrew just learned to sit, but still. 

And you take it and show me this thing: it's called a playpen. The barrel is so mesh. Avdotyevna says: This one is old, she's about 20 years old. But still, the grandchildren practically grew up in it.  We sat there, played, and slept. He says we used to carry this playpen with us both in the field and in the garden, so that the child would be under supervision and the work would not be worth it. 

My grandfather and I went to the city, to a children's goods store. We say: we need a playpen, only the best one. For my grandson. Bought it. It's a very small thing. It unfolds so bizarrely: there was a small bundle - rraz! and almost a children's room.    The Carrello Grande playpen is called. 

They persuaded us to bring Andrew for a day. They put him in a playpen. They threw toys. The child is sitting, chirping something in his own way, he doesn't care about adults at all. Summer, garden, shade of trees, birds singing...  So the kid fell asleep there, among the toys.
In short, our grandson lives with us now! The daughter-in-law is overjoyed, the son repeats everything, “Thank you, Mom." At least until the fall, while we're digging potatoes, we'll babysit Andrew! 

“That's a problem for me,” fate said in the form of a simple announcement about lightweight and compact baby strollers. “Whatever you say," I replied to fate. And I bought a Carrello Astra stroller.

What a delight it is when the stroller weighs 8 kilograms! It folds sooo comfortably! It has a telescopic handle! And it can be rolled like a suitcase! 
A carrying bag is also very convenient. I'm not even talking about the roomy basket, steep depreciation (paving stones in any country are no longer a sentence for us). 

And how comfortable my Santa is in it, she just gets high and often falls asleep on the beach in a stroller. As for me, this is the best investment! 
Do you know where I'm writing this from? From the ocean shore! I'm sitting on the waterfront in the Port, Santa is sleeping, breathing in the salty breeze, and I'm thinking - go on to San Francisco or do Barcelona for now? 

“Don't teach children to eat, just create conditions!” Sergey Ivanovich, Misha's neighbor (1 year, 1 month)

I've been listening to these conversations for a long time. Masha comes to us “for salt” - and let's grumble at the stupid daughter-in-law. And all about one thing: they don't know how to feed a child, he says.…  The spoons are wrong, they don't hold it that way, and these purchased chemical purees are being shoved at him, poor...

At first I tried to explain: Masha, I say, I'm a child psychologist, listen to me: your child needs to eat, it's healthy - up to one place! Create conditions for him so that he doesn't even notice this food! 

She waved it away. She says: I've nursed three children without these psychologies of yours.… So I stopped talking.

And once in the elevator I met a young neighbor, the mother of that very Misha. “Do you have a high chair?”I'm asking. “No, why, we're feeding the baby on the couch.”

“Try it in the high chair. Only choose with a game board and seat belts. Does your Misha like to sleep after eating? Then take it with motion sickness function”

He advised me, and I wasn't sure if they would listen. The “family mom” decides everything there.

But after a month and a half, I met a neighbor, and she beamed all over: “I don't know how to thank you! We're having a whole new meal now”

...Anyway, I couldn't resist going to their house. Their Misha is sitting in a stylish black and white “throne”, toys are scattered on the table in front of him, he is playing, and grandma (!) she feeds her grandson, happy and contented.   

“He sleeps in it now! And he's eating! And it's being played! I didn't even think that such wonders of technology exist! You press the button from another room, and it starts swinging on its own!” a neighbor chirped.

I wrote down the model: Carrello Cascata high chair.  My daughter decided to get married. So, we may need such a high chair soon...

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Yes, children grow up very quickly. And all that remains are photos, home videos, and fond memories. It's great that the assistants we produce are part of these memories. For us, this is much more than just a high score. For us, this is the meaning of life. 

Grow up big and healthy, and we will continue to work to make your memories as vivid as possible!