I think about the fact that he really needs a forward facing TODDLER seat every time I see those legs curled up in the car or like today when I put him in it during church and his feet were literally hanging 3 to 4 inches off the end. Picture this...
OK not that bad! I know some of you are thinking how unsafe this is, but honestly we are planning on getting one just as soon as Mr. Medic lands a super sweet J-O-B (keep your eyes and ears peeled for anything medical, preferably, and pass the word along. We will love you Sandlot style)
Anyway back to the point. Tudles usually falls asleep just long enough for me to focus on the most important part of church, taking the sacrament or bread and water. But of course after a good 30 minutes of effort, he didn't fall asleep. So I decided to keep the kid strapped in. To my surprise he lasted a whopping 45 minutes allowing me to still be focused and to actually listen to the talks. It was my Sunday life saver!
I was just telling Mr. Medic this very morning that I dread church because Tudles is so disruptive and I don't hear a single word that is spoken. Blessings do come in mysterious ways, even if it does require you to look like a total white trash weirdy keeping your child strapped in a car seat that is far to small!