“Mom, I rocked Charlie so hard in her car seat that it fell off the table. It’s a good thing she was buckled in!”
I’d gone out to get ribbon out of the tote in the shed. That’s the next blog. Eden had been left with Charlie sleeping in her car seat. She’d been instructed to leave her in it, just rock her if she cried and holler if that didn’t help. I guess, theoretically, she obeyed. Next time, the car seat will be on the floor to begin with. Charlie, startled as she was, is ok. I’m not sure I am. At this rate, we might not survive the month.