This weekend, we did a car-seat shuffle. Caris has been travelling along happily in her rear-facing baby seat up until now, but was starting to look a little bit squashed of late. Alex has been in a front-facing seat since he was a year old, and seeing as Caris is almost 14 months now, I decided to make the move this weekend. This meant buying a brand-spanking-new booster seat for my big boy, and handing over his old seat to Little Miss. (The poor second child is destined to get all the hand-me-downs!)
So after an expensive trip to the local Baby City, to purchase one of Maxi-Cosi’s finest, and consulting my “how to remove the car seat cover” degree so that I could wash Alex’s old seat, we now have two forward-facing little travellers. (Alex was somewhat reluctant to use his new chair, being a creature of habit and all. So in order to avoid a melt-down, we all made a huge fuss about how cool his new chair is, and what a big boy he is because he can use the real seatbelt. He now thinks his new chair is the best thing since sliced bread.)
But, it is not without some sadness that I made the swap. This effectively means that Alex really isn’t a toddler anymore, and has firmly crossed the chasm into big-boy-ville. And my baby girl is no longer my little tiny one. She seems to be getting bigger by the minute.
The old Peg-Perego has been washed and wrapped, soon to be given away or sold, leaving me with only my memories of the two little tiny babies who once occupied it’s safe nest.