4.11.2006

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?

4 Comments:

Blogger MommaS said...

He is such a big boy now! I can't wait to see him again. Already in a big-boy seat. Wow. Time flies. As far as having your own room, forget it. Colton is still in our bed. I did spend (waste) $40 on a toddler bed, but so far, no dice. "Nice try, mommy" is what he says in Coltonese. We took him for breakfast on Saturday, and he wanted to sit in a booster! Next to Daddy! I actually got teary-eyed. Enjoy it all, because it changes in the blink of an eye.

12:03 PM  
Blogger Silver Zephyr said...

Wow. Well, maybe we should spend the money on a king size bed (though I'm not sure that would actually fit in our bedroom!). Frankie will be 5 and squished between us, huh?

8:56 AM  
Blogger MommaS said...

Well, as long as they're both out of our beds by say, age 10, I figure we're all OK!

6:24 AM  
Anonymous Grandma Judy said...

I know your mom and dad are too busy holding and loving you, cleaning up vomit and poop and giving you breathing treatments to let everyone know you've had a really mean virus but I just wanted to let everyone know they need to send their good wishes your way so you can hurry up and get better! Love of love,

8:11 AM  

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