Saturday, March 10, 2012

Dog Car...

My dad liked to take Nash to the shop with him, although there wasn't a carseat in his pick-up so I made strict rules that he had to sit in the back strapped in with a seat belt. My dad was pretty good at respecting my wishes. Even Lindy sat in the back by Nash.
Which made Nash over joyed. He called my parent's cars the dog cars.
On the weekend of my parents 40th anniversary we took a ride into the country. We were on the highway for some of the time, so Sadie and Koen had to ride in their car seats....which I was happy for because the car seat is the biggest fight (and continues to be) in Blanding. NO ONE rides in car seats and I am a big mean mom for making Nash. My mom was the biggest culprit for not making him ride in the car seat, and she really thought she was being so sneaky about it and often lied about putting him in. BUT Sadie was good at informing me when Nash wasn't in his car seat...hahaha! I guess it is "easier" to not follow or respect our wishes....sadly that "easy" decision has made my life a living hell since, and I hear screaming and crying in the car. 3 year olds just do not understand the gray area that adults seem to create. OKAY I AM OFF MY SOAP BOX!

1 comment:

Kyndra Johnson said...

That's why I hate going to Blanding I fight the car seat there too and then weeks after we get home.