Yesterday was a big day for Eva. She ventured into a foreign land. That's right, Eva, Nana and I spent yesterday shopping in the states. Once again, she shopped like a pro. We scored quite a few good deals and I was able to get some bigger sized clothes for E for Christmas, a few other Christmas gifts, some nursing-mama friendly clothing (Thank you Target for cardigans and open sweaters), and four cases of Cherry Coke Zero. Don't judge. We can't get it in Canada and it's my coffee.
Before we left for our shopping trip, the Dude transferred the base of the car seat from my car into my Mom's car as that was the vehicle we were taking.
We arrived home about 3 pm and my mom was planning to head home shortly after. So, we unloaded the car, organized some of the stuff I bought and I headed back out to transfer the base back from her car to mine.
Um, fail. Major Mom fail.
I could not for the stinkin' life of me figure out how to get that stupid thing disconnected from the anchorage system.
I have said it before and I will say it again - there is nothing like fancy shmancy baby equipment to make you feel incompetent as a mother.
I tried to loosen the strap. No luck. I tried to unclip the hinges. No luck. I could see how it was supposed to come undone but I could not figure out how to do it.
So, I went inside and called the Dude's cell phone. Voicemail. Sweet. His phone was dead.
I went back outside and tried again.
Meanwhile, my Mom was dealing with Miss FussPotMcGee.
I still could not figure out how to get the bloody thing out.
So, I called my sister. She explained to me how to do it. But apparently her base is slightly different than mine because there was definitely no red and white button thingy to turn.
So, my mom called my Dad.
Of course ... Daddy saved the day!
He was able to explain to me how to loosen the strap on the UAS so that there would be enough give to get the clips unhinged.
Once I finally got it out - about 30 minutes after we arrived home - I told my mom that my plot to trap her there with us forever failed.
I guess it's time for me to have the Dude give me a crash course in manhandling all our baby's junk.