Chloe's allllllmost grown out of her infant car seat. Her feet hang out the bottom and she's 21 pounds. 1 pound away from the 22-pound limit. We went to Target yesterday to buy her new car seat and when we got home, we couldn't wait to open it up and look at it. When we opened it up, the car seat was not inside. Let me repeat. NOT. INSIDE. It was entirely THE. WRONG. ITEM. So now I get to pack everything back up, carry it out to the car, carry my baby out to the car, take us to Target, drag the heavy box out of the car, drag my even heavier baby out of the car, somehow get us all to the Customer Service line, return the item, get the correct car seat, and lug all of us back home. I'm irritated. This is the last thing I need. I will never shop at Target again.
Of course, I took pictures of the whole catastrophe. Here's the box with a picture of the item I intended to buy.
And instead of the car seat, here's the wrong item that we found in the box.
A little bit more.
We didn't know what to do. We watched as she crawled around. I'm not going to lie. It was a little awkward for all parties involved.
After a few minutes of not knowing what to do, I decided to go in the box. Once I was in there, I asked her to tell me where she came from. She told me of her family. How she was born in beautiful Chicago and how they moved her to Cleveland. She talked about her extended family and how much she missed them, wishing she could see them more. And then the real kicker was this. She told me how her parents are having a new baby. She thought she was the baby. How can her parents do this to her? I told her I didn't know. It sounded awful.
I immediately fell for her. I told her she could stay with us. She seemed very happy.
So we decided to keep her.
I'm not going to return her at Target.
But we're keeping the receipt just in case.
Other random thoughts:
-Why do I buy toys? She played in this box for almost two hours. She
won't play with anything for two hours.
-I thought her infant seat would last a little longer. Is 8-months typical?
-This kind of remind me what parenthood is like. It feels like the baby
just pops out of a box and says, "ta-da!" And where's the instruction
-Does Sandra Lee have cocktail time with each of her cooking shows? I
crack up every time I hear her say, "Coming up next, it's cocktail time!"
This lady must get schnockered everyday.