We moved Ayden into a convertible car seat way back in October because he was getting way too heavy for me to carry in his infant carrier. Actually, carrying him wasn't so bad. It was having to lift him in and out of the car in the thing that was becoming near impossible for me. We left Rylee in the infant carrier. This enabled me to still carry them both in and out at the same time. At least initially. Now they are both way too heavy for me to carry at the same time.
My system for leaving the house (by myself when Tony isn't here) has been to put Rylee in her infant carrier, and then to take Ayden out to the car. This ensures that she is safely contained while I am outside buckling Ayden into his car seat. Then I run back into the house to grab Rylee and off we go.
She is now outgrowing her infant carrier and it's time to make the switch. I can't delay it any longer. We've had her new seat sitting in our garage since October when we made the switch for Ayden. I got it out on Saturday and was all set to take the plunge and put it in, but I got nervous. I am so paranoid about installing it correctly! I think I can do it, but what if I can't? My brother-in-law
The whole point of this post is that I'm a wienie. Yep, a wienie. I'm intimidated by a damn car seat. Not to mention the fact that I'm not sure how it's gonna go even getting them into the car, without one of them running off and getting into trouble while I'm buckling the other one in. Twin troubles.
|She LOVES the new seat|
|Of course the box provided endless entertainment|
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