We are going to get you a shiny spankin’ new carseat on Saturday. But you HAD to vomit peas and brown rice all over this one today, didn’t you, just so that Mommy would have to take the whole thing apart and wash the cover. It looks like something out of the Exorcist. Only two more days, TWO MORE DAYS! Is this your sign of protest? Your way of telling us, “Mommy and Daddy I am 28 and a half inches tall and my carseat only goes up to 29 inches and is starting to feel uncomfortable and I feel it is high time you upgraded to a convertible model.” Well, that’s what we’re going to do, sweetheart, just sit tight until Saturday. You would have gotten it today, but there are gale force winds in effect and Mommy’s car is a like a top-heavy tugboat. So just wait until Saturday, okay? Thanks sweetie!

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Aunt Mary

2007-02-11T02:30:00.000Z

What a graphic illustration of your current life, Julie! XOXO to Stella! It was so wonderful to have you visit. I heard the T-giving plans were your idea. How lovely. THANK YOU!!!