My third eldest daughter helped me out of a bind yesterday because my 13-year old car decided to once again die on me. Trish just gave birth to a 10 lb. 1 oz. 21.5” long bruiser of a son! (He honestly looks like he could get up and walk!)
Anyway, she came to my rescue and dragged me around to deliver things to FedEx, get a rental car, etc., and so little Owen (that’s my latest grandson’s name) was tucked securely in a car seat that looked like something that was going to launch into space.
Thinking back to when I was a child (many, many moons ago), I marveled at the fact that any of us grew to adulthood! That was because there were NO car seats for infants! Our mothers used to hold us in the front seat or, when we got too large for her to handle, she would put us in a sort of bassinette that wasn’t attached to anything. It just sat on the back seat of the car and she would have to keep her arm on it if there were any sudden stops.read more