You see this:
I see this:
It doesn't matter what crazy words come out of her mouth, what amazing things she does, or what ridiculously huge clothing I try to squeeze her into, the kid is still a wide-eyed baby in my eyes. Period.
I think that's why I was a wee bit shocked at the State of the Universe when I had to go hunt down a new car seat. After the Clueless Lady decided stop signs were optional, I was left to replace a car seat we were still perfectly happy using, and that was still well within the safety guidelines. At first I thought we would just buy the same one. I even found a REALLY fantastic deal on it (we have an extra cover--the ugly wasn't going to be a problem). But then I realized we don't really need a car seat that converts down to teeny tiny new baby size.
I checked the weight charts on various seats. I looked at Alexis' stats from her 4-year check-up. I looked at Alexis. I looked back at the weight charts. I looked back at Alexis.
According to the delusional people that make car seats, she's big enough to sit in a booster. Like, the kind that Vern Troyer uses to see over the steering wheel. Like, a BIG GIRL BOOSTER.
*passes out*
Meh baybee is now sitting in a big girl car seat. But . . . but . . . but what do you mean she's not a baby anymore?