The carseat must be the bane of every parent's existence. I remember when Taylor and I were being released from the hospital after his birth and Shawn and I spent over an hour trying to "fix" twisted straps. Sheesh!
Yesterday, we were particularly late for church because I had decided we should change Avi's carseat. Admittedly, this should have been done Saturday. After a half hour battle with the thing, we triumphantly left for church. (I had also been slowed down by the cliché gaping run in my last pair of pantyhose. Thank goodness I had shaved recently.)
Avi spent the majority of Sunday School spitting on our neighbors. Thank goodness baby's are cute. She laughed and sang intermittently to win over their hearts.
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Ahh, the twisted straps! The bane of the carseat existence!
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