A New Seat For Frankie

This weekend, we reached an important turning point. We dispensed with the infant car seat and purchased a convertible variety. We were reaching up the upper weight limit on the infant seat and Frankie did seem a bit squished. Well, he just hates being strapped into anything on principle, but he is definitely more comfortable overall. While this may seem minor at the outset, it completely changes how we travel anywhere with the boy. This seat straps right into the car, not a base, so there’s no more carrying him inside a restaurant while still in the seat. We’re moving into high chair land. We have to abandon those few precious, glorious times when he slept in his seat while we ate. Now, he sees and wants to touch it all. He wants to eat your chips, drink your margarita, fling your salsa. At stores, he’s now strapped into the cart (safe inside his floppy seat, though we need to use a towel to help him sit up, as his size and self-stabilization skills have not quite meshed) leaving his curious little hands free to grab, grab, grab! We also purchased a little $20 umbrella stroller, which makes wheeling him around small spaces easier and he did very well at the nursery while we were buying roses and pepper plants.

In other news, Frankie’s stomach problem seems to have eased somewhat and the poop is less frequent, though we’re still not back to our usual habits. Teething continues with a vengeance and results in some rotten 2am crying fits. I’ve mistakenly called our bedroom Frankie’s Room a few times now because he sleeps in there, not his nursery. But really, isn’t every room his room these days?