This is getting ridiculous...
The car seat was one thing, but putting the boyz in the stroller...?
The RE's office agreed to lend us a tank so we wouldn't have to hassle with dry ice, but they didn't tell me it was a HUGE tank in a giant, heavy crate (way bigger and heavier than any we've gotten by FedEx, I tell you). I lugged it down from the office to the car but decided from that point on it was going in the stroller. I can't tell you how much of a dork I felt like wheeling it down M Street, though!
The things we do!