Why is this woman hugging bucket seat?

of my many items we got rid of this weekend...the one that was most difficult for me was the bucket seat (I call it a bucket seat, some people call it an infant carrier/seat)

I didn't anticipate getting emotional over it, but I really did. So much so, yes, I admit it, I asked Chad to take a picture of it one last time before it left our home.



I seriously didnt want to let it go...but it doesn't make sense to keep it

You see, that seat holds such a special place in my heart. It was the seat I installed in my car towards the end of both pregnancies and I would look at that seat in my rear view mirror with excitement and anticipation for the baby inside that I wanted nothing more than to hold in my arms and say "hello, my name is mommy"

It was that seat that we brought both girls home from the hospital in. I will always remember strapping them in the first time ever so delicatly. And having that feeling that this little bundle is mine and I can't wait to take her home and show her the world.

Brynn:


Audrey:



Okay, and it was that same seat that Audrey screamed histerically everytime she was in it from about 2 wees old till about 3 months old, which prevented me from leaving the house almost my entire maternity leave. But....lets remember the good times.

Anyways, long story short...That seat held and protected both of my tiny babies for the first half of their first year and it just made me sad to throw it away.

oh yeah, and we coaxed Brynn to sit in it one last time with the promise of chocolate milk later.


any here is Audrey one of the few times she WASNT screaming: