I'm DREADING having to haul Logan's monster 5,523 lb carseat (which is the equivalent of a la-z-boy* as far as I'm concerned) onto the airplaneS that we are taking in a short 12 days (YAY! 12 more days!!!) So, Roomie called me this morning to give me a pep talk about using the GogoKidz wheelie thing with the carseat, (yes it's a PITA but what choice do I really have, etc.) and I figured that's that, done deal, GogoKidz + major PITA here we go. Roomie also said I wasn't allowed to pay the extra $40 for the meet and greet that the car service offers to haul all of my crap to the car that's at the curb. But I digress. Again.
|Just FYI this is a picture of Logan's carseat|
|What asshole would pay $75 for some jankus straps?|
So I thought I was just the biggest genius of all geniuses, and immediately started harassing people with their thoughts on why this would or would not work. I've had mixed reviews.
So, I decided we'd take it for a test drive.
|Please note Willis's belt as the waist strap.|
Don't be fooled. That is not a smile. That is Logan pre-tantrum flailing around like he is sitting in a bucket of biting mosquitoes. Grunting. Weaseling his way out of the bottom because whatever dumbass invented this didn't put a crotch (hate that word) strap, thus making it easy for wild neanderthal babies to escape.
And guess what? I still think I'm gonna risk it. Stay tuned.
*when I was little and out to eat with my parents I asked if we could please eat at that restaurant called La-Z-Boy. I honestly thought you got to sit in a big ass recliner while having your dinner and I thought it was the coolest concept. My dreams were crushed when I was informed they didn't serve food.