Though some people would be appalled that we strapped our not quite one month old baby in a carseat for a normally 4.5 hour drive, I was looking forward to heading to the Coast so Ennis could meet more of his family, especially his 89-year-old great grandmother.
The one thing I didn’t anticipate before this trip was the carseat. We have one, actually thanks to Facebook, we have two.
When you’ve been cuddling for 4 weeks, a carseat can feel more like a torture device than a safety measure. Poor Ennis couldn’t understand why he couldn’t be held and we got to hear the most crying we’ve heard yet. Luckily he slept most of the trip, and we did break it up with stops to get out of the seat, cuddle, and nurse.
I’m pretty sure with the mandated torture seat Ennis has removed his votes for us to be parents of the year. And to think, I had already cleared a spot on the mantle for the trophies.