Knox is quickly outgrowing his Chicco car seat/ carrier. More like, my arm can’t handle the weight of him in the carrier, but still. I know he can be in there until 22 pounds, but he’s 18 now, not to mention how much that carrier (which I believe is stuffed with lead weights) weighs, and I am a weakling. I should have major “guns” by this point after lugging that thing around for six months, but I think they’re in hiding. He is so tall that his little toes are at the very end of the seat, so I do believe it’s about time to do the car seat switcheroo.
We bought this when Knox was about two months old:
I swear to you, I knew that my child would have this Britax Marathon car seat before I was even pregnant. I
am “udderly” obsessed with like cowprint, and, most importantly, it’s has excellent safety ratings. So it’s been hanging out in our guest room for four months awaiting the day when it would be sprung from its box. I do believe the time is upon us.
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